Child of the grass
the years pass above us .....
Shadows of air all these shall Love us
Winds for our fellows .....
the browns and the yellows
of autumn our colours
Now at our life & amps morn.
Be we well sworn
er to grow older and
our spirits be bolder
at meeting
than before all the old lore
of the forests woodways
Shall aid us: Keep we the bond & seal shall we feel
aught of sorrow
Let light flow about thee
as a cloak of air
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