Needle-tipped fronds embroider a blue sky
Waving in the sound of a roar
Nails clutch earth when mud-caked pads pass nearby
A vista of an ocean shore
Avian flutes resonate from pine bows
Melodious percussive breeze
Reflections in puddles from the moon's glow
Painting forgotten histories
A child led down a nefarious road
Sees the moon, hears the sounds, and slows
Understanding her destiny is near
She listens as the forest grows
From sun's shelter a spirit calls her thrice
Playing in a well-hidden grove
Commended to a temple sacrifice
Her spirit helps the forest grow