I could put the woods to words
I could listen all year and still hear their verse
I could fly along the plains
Hills and valleys, mountain trails
Heartened highways, lustrous lows
Darkened sky or lowered tone
Here or there, child, feel no fear
There can be no evil here
Savage sadness, yes, we fought
But look through lens of image thought
Your perspective turns the trees to skeletons
And a community becomes a hellish trend
There's danger here, of that I'm sure
But danger there all life endures
Can't you see how they dance, the trees?
How they whisper with the wind to their leaves?
Do not fear the coming night
Do not wait for morning's light
For the deepest forest knows
From your Self is where light glows
