And the sun comes slanting between the trees,
And rabbits come up, and they give him good-morning,
And rabbits come up and say, "Beautiful morning"....
And the moon swings clear of the tall black trees,
And owls fly over and wish him good-night,
Quietly over to wish him good-night....
And he sits and thinks of the things they know,
He and the Forest, alone together—
The springs that come and the summers that go,