I went for a long walk; I didn't know where; I sat several times, but knew I wasn't there.
So further I strode, into the forest in Twilight; to see beyond fear, and modern mans sight.
Upon a rock I sat perched; concealed in bush; talking with a tree, and it's smaller cousin in wood.
Until there it was; what I had waited for, it shimmered and shone and I knew what I saw and heard the wyrds of the woods.