Child of the Forest

Our son will be a child of the forest
He will be conceived in the mist
The same mist that kisses the mountain peaks

We will share bearing him
We will share the birthing pains
His birth will be heralded by the twilight of dawn

Our son will be a child of the forest
His cry will echo within the ancient caverns
His tears will be like the dripping water of caves
Forming the pillars and drapes of forgotten age

Our son will be a child of the forest
His shelter will be the canopy of leaves
His bed will be the soft carpet moss
He will frolic among the antelopes
He will hunt among the wolves

Our son will be a child of the forest
Among the ivies, lilies and vines
In the silence of the flowing brooks
He will learn the song of the jungle