Here in this ravine Is where I saw the trees Cackling at me. I turned to look for bears But there were none there. And then I saw one fall Into the soft earth. They were lying on the ground, Like babies in their cribs, Decaying into me. Their trunks were rotting, blue, Collapsing in the rain. The summit in the mist Threatened like a blade. But when I was finally there All there was was air And a view of the moon Peering through folds of grey, Singing like a bird in space. Peering through folds of grey, Singing like a bird in space.