Back Where No Path Goes

Back where no path goes, everything grows Where the white birch lie, a caterpillar wrestles Attacked and carried away by an army of ants As mosquitoes buzz in the air Up from the dew beneath the moon As a loon sings of the cosmos Wild flowers, moss and pine brush grow thick and diverse While lies from the inside of our worlds rapidly transform Ripples form round raindrops in a giant mirror Cool, fresh and deep Masquerade off, a pioneer again Discovering Our forgotten origin Unsynthesized, unprogrammed Uneducated, knowing nothing As the wind commands the trees into a symphony Back where no path goes, everything grows