What mysteries may be found within
The forest secrets kept
When in the misty morning light
We chance upon a tree which slept
With our shuffling feet we walk
Down paths ever intertwining
We wake the giants from their slumber
The earth shifts, and the moss groans
Each tree lifts from its loamy bed
And after us begins to lumber
With spindly branches catches us upon
The collars of our coats
And lifts us to their barking faces
Inspecting us with wonder
In fear we shiver and we quake
What do these sylvan beings want
Into our ears their ethereal voices
Ask for us to make things right
To restore some balance to the world
Before it is too late
They set us back upon the path
Settle back into their mossy places
We exit from the forest deep
Saying farewell in great relief
Their bark worse than their bite
For now, but we have promises to keep
