People account you wise.
They call me a savage.
Yet do we not have our own wisdom?
You know the city while I know the wild.

We each beam our own knowledge.
You tell of people, of their ways.
I think of all the creatures of fables.
We must each follow our maze.

Will you hear the cry of the eagle?
Can you hear the voice of the stone?
Will you taste the sun-sweet fruits?
Your kind hunts, the mother then moans.

Will you listen to the healing of water?
Can you sing with the forest of life?
Will you lie in the shadow of my thoughts?
Come to me, sister, different as we are.

We will lie in the black cypress shade.
We will swim in the deepest of lakes.
We will take the fruit the trees have made.
I can show you the secrets of hiding.

We will run under the white dove.
We will sit watching the wolves howl.
We will bend the water with our love.
We will live lives of knowing long.

Come to me and be my mentor.
I know the minds of creatures, fast to slay.
Show me the hearts of men and I will not turn.
Let us be together, a forest child and a girl of city day.