Spirit of the Forest

He's in the moons' silvery crescent
And the sharp eye of a pheasant
The swift movement of a hare
You'll find him there

Spirit of the forest

Inside the towering oak
This giant awoke
On the wind you hear him speak
And in a tiny mouse's squeak

Spirit of the forest

On the wing with all the bees
Weeping beside fallen trees
A spirit gentle but strong
His voice is the thrush's song

Spirit of the forest

His arms are the trees
Reaching out for the breeze
Our landscape is his domain
Silent guardian through wind and rain

Spirit of the forest