Woodland breathes all around

People move dance and sway

I stand in the lost child light.

Friends approach

‘Hey you ok?’

‘Yes’ I say

Just standing

All the while

In the lost child light.

Blessings be upon you,

 Suffer the little children . . .

The woodland ages slower than I

And grows stronger than I

Holds me close comforted because

I live in the 'lost child light'.