I sit within the wood this Night
And cast my thoughts to you
I see the many mysteries
That many think taboo
I hear the whispers of the wind
As they echo in the wood
My lips are sealed I will not speak
and yet you hear my cry
For my eyes they watch from high above
As the wind she gives a sigh.
The Shadows climb like ivy trails
Upon the the trunks smooth bark
A Shamans drum a beat of hearts
To drive away the dark
A voice is heard upon the wind
Its cry is from a girl
Who once did walk upon his path
Her journey to unfurl
She came to find a boy she'd lost
In times of long ago
She asked the trees to send her thoughts
Of where she now should go.
For aching heart she found his beat
In the Drum of the Shamans tune
The Tree did speak
To say She'd find him soon.
For there within the branches high
The Girl now could see
The Face reflected back to her
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