Little house

Let me build a little house for you

With walls of wood and a ceiling hung with quiet stars

Let me light a fire in the hearth

And make the floor of dark-beaten earth.

Let all the animals come and eat from our hands

And let our music be the hidden woodland sounds.

Then, following the phases of the moon,

Let me show you every bright and hidden room.

A thousand rooms inside that little place

Full of wisdom, terror, foolishness 

and grace.

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