Literature
Riversong
And if you would follow me
[down the river]
through the twisted tree-tops,
you might find
things cast aside and
forgotten;
They cannot help you.
Shrug off your coat of arrogance and
sing with me the water-song your toes make
slipping along my moss-covered stones,
shining respite from the midsummer sun.
Listen:
I know the answers to the questions you seek.
Close your eyes and I will sing to you,
the bird song,
the frog song,
the forest song.
I run my long tongue through trees and across lichen covered rocks,
over smooth sand and black mussel shells.
I speak words in a language so ancient that language itself has forgotten t