He gazes at the moon as its rays illuminate the glistening leaves the caliginous night hiding the creatures of the forest life clandestinely creeping in the shadows eternally alone but never lonely As he treads along the paths and leaves, wildlife trails behind him birds circle him, and insects creep along his limbs foliage parts for him, and vines reach for his love The lucid forest speaks to him guides him, treasures him he who nurtures its essence like a small sapling sprouting out of the soil gently singing the sacred aria of the weald calmly providing energy for these younglings stretching ever higher, searching for the sun they rise, rise up faster with his spirit, ever growing into the sky the high branches spread the cloudburst continues, quenching the lifeforce of thirst new life emerges, unforeseen possibilities the druid of the forest the shaman of the earth *the balm of life