Stick 89 - Forrest Games

Forrest Games

We'll meet you at half past dark o'clock
when the moon is ready to mould her silver clay
We'll meet you at the bottom of the rock stairs
just where the creek ponytails 
and the ferns whisper about that secret trail 

You'll see us lazing on a fallen tree trunk
watching the fireflies weaving magic circle tracks
You'll see some of us crossing over
and you'll wonder when you'll witness 
our spirits join hands in the valley below the yonder-under  

We'll cross the swinging bridge
We'll slide along on the night-time dewdrop sleet
We'll wind our way through the fern canopy display
We'll never wish another day away
We'll let nature ensure that we never ever again delay