Child of the Wood

Forgotten child, thrown away,
the forest calls you out to play.
The time has not yet come to sleep,
so come to see the woodland keep.

The great old herd shall be your guide,
you needn’t feel the urge to hide.
Lies and hate have no place here,
for they mean pain and pain means fear.

The forest heights will be your home,
and you shall never be alone.
For just as you have life and breath,
so doth the land you make your nest.

Your teachers be the ancient song,
of untold greatness far far gone.
The misty trees, the morning dew,
shall change your life, begin anew.