Wilderness - Sleeping At Last

Dear wilderness, be at your best.

Her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress.

I know the rules: the weaker trees bend.

But make her immune

When your temper storms in.

When she gains her balance

Be as still as you can be.

When she's climbing branches

Be the feathers underneath.

When she regains her balance

Be as steady as she needs.

When she trusts you blindly

Be her worthy lock and key.

Though it goes against

Every grain of your sand

Like turning wolves

Into lambs

Be at your best for her

Your best for her.

When she flies her balance

Be as gentle as she needs.

When she shines her brightest

Let no dark cloud intervene