When we first came
To the place of the high oaks
He was nowhere to be seen.
The turning of the soil
Summoned him, as if
The lifting of the first morning’s eyelid
Summons the sunrise in the East.
His sweet song serenaded us
Amongst the fallen trees
And I knew that he had come.
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