Back where no path goes, everything grows
Where the white birch lie, a caterpillar wrestles
Attacked and carried away by an army of ants
As mosquitoes buzz in the air
Up from the dew beneath the moon
As a loon sings of the cosmos
Wild flowers, moss and pine brush grow thick and diverse
While lies from the inside of our worlds rapidly transform
Ripples form round raindrops in a giant mirror
Cool, fresh and deep
Masquerade off, a pioneer again
Discovering
Our forgotten origin
Unsynthesized, unprogrammed
Uneducated, knowing nothing
As the wind commands the trees into a symphony
Back where no path goes, everything grows