The Courage of Others

I will wear the sun, Ancient light through these woods, Woods that I walk through alone I will take my rest With all creatures who dwell, Under the smallest of green I'll remain no more than is required of me Until the spirit is gone I will long to s

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their own, on with their own hidden ways When all newness of gold travels far from Wher