We were singing in the jungle walking paths our father's feet had had given shape we were swimming in the jungle light humming fruit into our hands sliding passed our sorrows in the morning of the day. We were sailing the sky that reached down to us in our forest home. sky of light after sky of darkness. in the morning comes the sun with the sun comes the day. We mark this tree to say we come this way. reborn with the day. This tree takes note of us a we grow near but not to stay our songs go before us and keep harm at bay. We are the people of the forest this is the morning of our eternal day.
