When the night turns black as pitch,
the moon is full and bright;
I hurry to the darkened glen,
the birds all taking flight.
Daughters of the trees...
Form a circle strong,
branches clasped togeather;
Prayers that sound like song,
Whispers through the trees...
And when the dawn is breaking,
we raise from bended knee .
A wave and sad farewell,
To the daughters of the trees.
~Words by Rebecca Moon~
Madam Moon
Dedicated to Emmylou..true daughter of the trees..for her kindness and wisdom through out the years
January 2004
~Cha imbieri tesi cours c'andre~
