a sound is heard
and carried to the treetops clear
it is a song of Life
lost and regained
a song of a battle
in which evil triumphs
The Green Man's work
lives on in the wind
and shows in the receding border
of destruction in his land
woe to the plants who cannot know him
for under his watchful eye
all things flourished and bloomed
may he rest peacefully
and worry over evil no more.
~by Kirasu Terelon