Little love, my little squirrel, hiding in
the tree roots, the great big roots of the
trees you love so, rising up to kiss
the sky, caress the clouds, make love
to the sun, do you fear?
In the green,
In the browns,
In the roots near the ground,
Sometimes you hide
(like now)
But lest you forget, (listen!)
you were born of the moon; of the rain gently tip-tapping
the leaves overhead; of the soft breeze
playing in the branches of your trees,
the trees you love so -
And so you are as strong
as the earth
as the sky
as the moon
and as strong as the
great big roots of the
trees you love so,
little love, my little squirrel.