Yes it’s me waiting behind this tree
This great Oak Grandfather tree
So nice of you to visit.
I am going to hunt some spark of fire fly.
Care to join? I love those people!
There is plenty for us
And the flies are generous with their light.
They enjoy ours as well
And like to trade light for light.
And I know yours is burning!
So turn on and come with me!
See we take these uneven paths here as they are less trod
And not grounded in the machinations of humanity.
From there we turn to our right, clockwise,
And take of our flame as a gift for those who would grow.
Those who would know.
Dancing through the darkness trailing luminous swirls.
We reclaim that which has always been.
And that which will ever be.
There can be no loneliness as the air is alive with life!
And see? Our wings spread wide to feast upon its gifts.
Go back now dear friend and live the life of your birth.
I will be awaiting your return.