Earth is for Lovers

There once was a lad, eyes blue as the sea

That built up a home in the trees with me.

He reached for the boughs; he parted the leaves

And crafted a den for the wild in me.

He learned to fear not the dark of the moon

Knowing lover's call was a howling croon.

He minds not the moments spent on knees in the mud

Coaxing calm the wild that churns in my blood

There's a lad I call home when the running's all done

He picks up my pieces to await morning sun.