Like light, I dropped you from the canopy

birds on glittering wings, diving in the blue

and we, the children of the forest,

know the paths to wander in the dusk.

The trees press us close together

they have seen, they feel, they know

the ways to move along the old road

littered with leaves and branches, lined

with the saplings

of the spring - promises.

Even now, at twilight, we are here, never lost

never far from home.  This is our place

where the brook runs into the lake

where the trees dance in the wind

where an old red canoe sits on a pebbled beach.

The fireflies and stars, the morning mocking birds,

they all understand.  Here where the sun drops

throug a lattice of branches, here

where the light fills us, where the brids sing,

we have made our home.