Lyric

In the forest, on the grass,

Who comes out from a tiny hole?

Through the meadow, soft and fast,

Searching for the hay they know.

On the hill, the shining light,

Someone prays so small, alone.

Through the summer, pure and bright,

Seeking berries of their own.

In the glow of autumn skies,

Time to rest, the day is gone.

Golden light before our eyes,

Tonight we pray as one.

Holding life within their heart,

Tiny hands in silver light,

To you who sleep, a forest’s grace,

To you who dream, a hymn of night.

Tiny soul, a pilgrim bright,

To you who sleep, the woods’ embrace,

To you who dream, a hymn of light