Hello dear hart.
O one with heavy head.
Find thy safety in the density of the flowering trees.
Stand secure by the stream as plentifully you sip the flowing waters, don't you slip
A hunter bow in arms, your scent not caught.
Long be you free to stand beside the stream upon the sand.
Hold your head high, remain silent.
How the hunter never saw you.
You will n'er know.
For today you're free to go.
(c) Livvi