The bark that clothes the trees

Off broken paths in parting woods I enter in the deep Those tracks so soft, it seemed foreseeing the tread of my own feet Now break my way as light does day with gently settled form Pour through the arching flower pass of which its sight does warm Here gaze into the corridors the channels of the land Till calm is washed like mist in rain over this muse of man Onward forth I follow this stretch it begs beneath my knees Swallowing trees with hollow mouths do whistle with the leaves They jeer and crack then dance the wind and sway along my wake Our stark resounding harmony a gift for goodness sake We all move together in this tis' the rights of passage Swooning the heart of innocence and the hearts of savage Oh join in union with my step calendar of nature Twas the grit that seeped a gleam of sacred and the saviour For roots seeks earth as joy does mirth to do with what it please I will unite and wear the garb the bark that clothes the trees.