under the willows

no matter what the lies that scoffers say
you have the power to do just what you need
enough for hope but not to cloy a greed
the sun will set red in the distant bay
and you will need the stars to find your way
but to the proper message you must heed
if your staff's to be more than a mere reed
and your feet are not to be mired in the clay
the light does what it always has to do
shadows aren't monsters although you may fear
there are no wolves hidden behind each tree
each firefly promises something strange and new
the end's to be with those you hold most dear
and only the straight path will set you free