I say how can it be that man owns the land, can we possess the sky, the wind, the call of the seasons ?
Man does not own the earth, but rather the earth owns man, we're merely caretakers of the wild for our children
We must show reverence for nature, the ground we share, and the spirit of the wild
We must respect each new sunrize

Take a deep breath, feel the spirit of the wild

Feel our instincts, feel the heart of the hunter
Each new day, each new sunrize can bring the renewal of life, the renewal of the spirit
Keep your senses alert, learn to appreciate the value of that sign
The excitement of that smell, that sight…the aroma of the woods

Cherish the beauty of our brother the eagle, the deer, our blood brother the bear

As the new sun warms our new day, thrill at the adventure of being one with nature
As the majestic buck melts out of the swamp, feel the spirit come alive
Hold tight to your bow and arrow, grab the spirit,
Feel it's presence, feel the spirit of the wild
Hey, there he is, in the wind…
The sensual stimuli, the thrill that will cleanse the soul,
Go ahead, feel alive
The sunrize is on fire, as our senses, our very lifeblood is on fire
Share these sensations with your friends,
Share ‘em with the children,
For life is a series of sunrizes
The spirit of the wild

Let it inspire your heart and soul,
Challenge the good, natural hunter within you,
Challenge yourself…to connect
Be an asset to nature
Take each day, take each sunrize step by step
Sunrize by sunrize
Take it to heart
Embrace the spirit of the wild
Embrace each and every sunrize
Rise into the sun
Seize it
In the wind, he's still alive…