One day I shall turn into your forest Where you may lose your way And sleep in the shadowy woods And seek wild flowers And do the weeding. If it rains You can bring home the clouds Or listen to wet birds Or build an evergreen heaven Or count my rainbows. Take your arm out of mine And move into the dark corners Where you can hear the willows weep Where you can make the sun grow Or till the age-old mosses for fallen stars.