four sycamores standing in a row like soldiers

Bring forth the silent, still surface of the lake at midnight,

And bring forth the smell of the pines, the smell of dirt.

Light the incense and the candles. Strike the gong and call

The humans to the gathering. Kneel together as one.

Bring the sound of a child's first footsteps

Against the wooden planks of the cabin floor.

Send out the call - across the valle…