Wilderness - Sleeping At Last

Dear wilderness, be at your best

Her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress

I know the rules: the weaker trees bend

But make her immune

When your temper storms in

When she gains her balance

Be as still as you can be

When she’s climbing branches

Be the feathers underneath

When she regains her balance

Be as steady as she needs

When she trusts you blindly

Be her worthy lock and key

Though it goes against

Every grain of your sand

Like turning wolves

Into lambs

Be your best for her

Your best for her

When she holds her balance

Be as gentle as she needs

When she shines her brightest

Let no dark cloud intervene