In the forest late at night
I behold a sacred site
A place to rest and guide my sleep
So that I can traverse the deep
A clearing presents faithfully
In the distance streams are bubbly
I notice just the right place where
I will build my magic nest with care
I begin with grasses soft and sweet
They billow right beneath my feet
I carry them to pad the base
And to wrap around and to encase
I reach up to a nearby tree
To gather soft leaves, heavenly
I also see the weeping willow
And with it’s softness I have a pillow
Next I go deeper within
I need to find a special something
A magic feather hides below
The entrance to a secret burrow
The feather gleams with many shades
And sparkles with silver and gray
It represents all of the things
That truly make my heart sing
Within my dreams it will enhance
My love as I go deep into trance
Then I weave some sticks and stems
And tie them with strong grass that bends
From them I drape berries on strings
To help me release all of the things
That have passed their time and are to travel
To where all these things unravel
I hang it on a tree branch above
Next to a friendly night time dove
I notice the forest life draws near
As if it senses the sacred here
And when I look close at the stars
I feel I am as close to Mars
As I could be to anything
I gaze at my nest as I hear my heart sing
Here I am only a child
Here my spirit is always wild
Here is where my child self rests
Deep within the safety of the nest
So her sweet heart may have the sense
That love is always her pre-tense
That safety is around her with care
And that I am not going anywhere
As I climb deep down into my nest
I know it’s time for sacred rest

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