Have you ever walked into a forest that feels fretful?

Like a toddler crying out for her mother

The trees speak to each other and to me in the wind

Shhk shhk shhk

There is something wrong here

I can try and soothe a forest but who am I to comfort

Such an old and wise consciousness that is crying

I speak back to the trees and I tell them

Shhk shhk shhk

It is only a baby crying

But a forest is every bit as hard to soothe

As a mother whose child is lost and to her

To Her

We are all lost children crying for her to comfort

Shhk shhk shhk