The Trip of the Forest and Me

The cloudy forest has taken me to a walk
A gracious person he was
And guided me through the air that
night
On a barren scrap of land

The moon, it was thought, was waiting for me
Using his glazed light to search
The light that he stole from the sleeping sun
Found me, and the moon did not wait for his turn

The moon saw the forest and me
And asked what I was doing there
Ravaged, he was, and called forth the clouds
He made it rain, and he blew the chilling air

My forest's hair was drenched
As we slept, as I was laid near my forest's feet
And the moon, it was soon, was incensed with the forest and me
And the tune of the moon, when he spoke of his gloom
Was enraged with the forest and me
Was furious with the forest and me