Tree path curl downward under oaks under
Sequoia clasps ferns brows veil watery
Green dances echos around the mountains
Chants of folk the dance in firelght to
Bawdy sunlit free womens' glee this night
Has leather wings trounce through fields in flight
Circles the circles breathes night into it's
Drunken revelry of forests a stout
Rust breath enduring the chilling midnight
Renewing midnight until the morning
With silv'ry cadence with the sun's new bells