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In the light of the moon,
I cry to her,
To sing her song,
Of the woods and the world.

I watch her as she sings her lonely lullaby,
And I sing along with her,
The sadness sinks in,
And I sing with my heart and soul.

I listen as the trees whisper,
The tails of the days of old,
What will be forgotten,
Many years from now.

I watch as the stars twinkle,
As they remember the ones who came before us,
Of our ancestors,
Who fought to bring us what we have today.

I smell the fresh pine,
It is sharp and clear,
For it all surrounds me,
And creates my woodland home.

I drink from the stream,
That runs through my forest,
And I eat the stale meat,
From yesterday's dinner.

I howl again,
My cry sharp and sweet,
And as the moon fades into the light of day,
I wait patiently for tomorrow night to come again.