The children know that spirits inhabit the forest
But they are unafraid, at least in that daylight
That limits their movement and power.
This habitation is as natural to them as the trees
And the vines that entangle the branches and
Make loose walls and divide the forest into rooms
Some of them ceremonial.
These are encircled by the winding vines
So perfectly that it is clear that
Some mind, some force, some intention
The children, many of them, at least
Will want to build fires there
They will know where the hearth should be
When they show you, you will see.