In the heart of a tree,
as in the heart of a brother,
sister, father, mother,
there is a space for hiding.
When the wood-world is dark
and the wilderness, in wonder,
taunts with things human beings
try to understand, limbs reach out
to embrace the sky. Step out,
pass the time of hiding. 
Step out. Beyond;
overhead,
a rainbow waits to show its colors.
The brightest shade is teal.