The first story
Began around a campfire
Centuries ago
In a deep dark wood
Nobody knows quite
This story was about
Or where or when
Such a tale took place
It played on a rhythym
Of silver birch branches
And echoed through such
Sturdy ancient forest
Capturing the hearts of
Both the teller’s companions
And any wild animal
Whose ears played to the song
Emotions shown true
Around the fire that night
Fear, anger, joy, despair
Envy, amusement, and more
By the end of this long tale
The listeners were all fast asleep
When they awoke, at dawn’s early light
The teller was nowhere to be found
However, to this day, it is said
That if you put an ear to the wind
And attune your feet to the waves
You can listen to this tale
Hearing the silver birch branches
Chime throughout the world