The lone wolf

It has been a harsh winter,
Many animals have perished,
But the lone wolf walks on,
Hoping for the sun to cherish.

Many animals are hibernating,
Below the surface of the snow.
Waiting for the winters end,
But until then they lie low.

The wolf howls a soulful note,
Beckoning to fellow packs.
Only silence follow,
All the wolves have turned their backs.

Now fearing his outcome,
He lays down out of the wind.
He lies there unmoving,
Prepared for whats about to unwind.

A beacon of hope,
As the sun rises into the sky.
The wolf now awakens,
As he starts to drip-dry.

Happiness overwhelms him,
How did he survive?
He must have a guardian angel,
Assigned to keeping him alive.