Sit down beside me
On these seated grasses
Put your arm around me
The way a lover should
Rest your fair head
And flowing soft mass
Upon my able shoulders
Let’s watch the gold sun
As it recedes across the river
And the wearied fishermen
Returning in their canoes
Like moving soldier ants
Stand up, come away, now
Before it becomes too dark
And difficult to find our way
Like a hunter edging through
An evil forest, let us cut
A path through this haze
Now hovering over our heads
Like a hawk at planting seasons
Make haste, dawn is waiting
And the chicks have long
Gone home to roost.