• Deep in the forest I sit in lush green and watch
    the golden clouds float past.
    I hide in the shadows,
    camouflage myself in dirt,
    and move like the wind through the trees.
    Contented, I rest here and wait for
    day to pass, and night to bloom again.
    The red sun sets, so passionate, so fickle,
    and I watch with an eager heart
    as the moon rises and stars wake to the dark.
    I fly through the forest on swift feet,
    past trees and rocks and deer,
    to the edge of the wood,
    to the edge of my world,
    to a cliff where clear waters
    tumble over boulders
    and sparkle in the starlight.