The Owl's Gift
You climb to the old tree. The wise owl hoots soft and low.
"Take this feather," he says. It hums in your hand when danger is near.
You listen with your ears. You listen with your heart. The feather sings. The shadow is coming.
You climb to the old tree. The wise owl hoots soft and low.
"Take this feather," he says. It hums in your hand when danger is near.
You listen with your ears. You listen with your heart. The feather sings. The shadow is coming.