Far away," said the matriarch,
  "I once heard from the tongue of a lark
  of golden days
  of bow and drum
  and of men who chased.
  Now they come in rags of greed,
  no regard for our dignity."
  
  She began to dream
  and the wind did rage
  and the forest cried
  "Run away," she told him then,
  "Find a place to hide from them."
  
  Far away from behind a tree
  came a sound to defy the peace
  and the son went down
  quietly in a pool of reeds