All this thick green darkness is bright with birds, Their songs drift on through leaves, they slowly shift All the whispering of the light above Sudden streams join their choir, their voices rushing higher And yet the shadow of dark times lies Reticent yet At the trees' feet And feathers grow monstrously dark in my cowering mind's eye It seems that, from me, crows fly Their wings painted black with my fear of an awakening, perhaps it nears Footsteps stain the fallen leaves My grey shadows seem to breathe For themselves in this green avenue If these old, whispered stories are true I conquer these grey swirling beings for you Pale light echoes from me Banishing the dark Somehow, it feels as if my destination aches inside me Some salvation caught like a candle Under my skin