I will be the stream trickling at your feet
I will be the wolf and you can be the baa'ing sheep
I will be the sky, you can be the earth
I will be the death and you can be the rebirth
You will be the tree and I the chipmunk in your roots
You will be the bee and I the flower in your keep
You are the forest and the women inside her
and the forest yet inside you as yet a child in her
as I am the forest, and the man inside
and the forest yet inside me as yet a boy in her
We are the forest, and the life inside of her
and the forest yet inside us, as yet a child in her
You will be the sun, I can be the chloryphyll
You will be the air and I the hare who has its fill
You will be the bird, I can be the worm
You will be the tick and I can be the simple germ
I will be the storm and you can be the swaying trees
I will be the leaf and you the moth that feeds on me
You are the forest and the women inside her
and the forest yet inside you as yet a girl in her
as I am the forest, and the man inside
and the forest yet inside me as yet a boy in her
We are the forest, and the life inside of her
and the forest yet inside us, as yet a child in her
We are the forest, and the life inside of her
and the forest yet inside us, as yet a child in her
