In the densest fogs
Wander morning birds
Between the trees, evergreen
Yet ever unseen
You can hear the croak of frogs
Their own amphibian words
The day crests high
Light fills the leaves
Glowing green among the gold
As seen from below, but not above
Until then comes the night
And the world then goes to sleep
To wonder if the sun will rise
Once more for different eyes
Or if the same will see
The lovely forest green