Mama sings me a soft lullaby
I clench her arm and my tears dry
She sings of rivers flowing surely downhill
And their mossy banks where water is spilled
Of deer finding shelter in the trees
Their brown eyes as deep as the seas
Sing, mama, sing about the wild boar
Whose tusks tremble with his loud snores
And the doves that sleep among the leaves
Their little heads tucked into their silky sleeves
Sing of mother bear that curls up with her cub
In a cool cave outside a meadow and mud
And of Mistress Night who begins her flight
Across the sky, her black dress covered with lights
Whose wolves pad out with grace
To sing and howl to her bright face
As she embraces the forest with arms long
Much alike my mother’s; strong





And mama will cradle me gently to sleep
Dreaming of animals and fairies that weep
For their wisdom is so great they could die