As the sun sets, the family awakes They rise as one to set out into the young night With only the faintest rustlings to herald their leaving They murmur softly to themselves, Careful to avoid waking potential sleepers. They make the smallest of meals to break their fasts And devote the rest of their nights to their quiet reflections and travels. Long before the world begins to wake, They gently shepherd their fellows back to their daytime cradles And sleep once more as the light creeps across the fields and glens

When you go on a hike, put al your stuff in me, so you can walk around hands free.

I’m cradled between giants Filled with fertility Flowing with life. What am I, that’s so uncanny.

How can something be so large, yet invisible to see. Only when I'm addressed can your duress be put to rest.

Arr, matey, when the fields be gold, And the winds be brisk and bold, Ye gather the loot, Like a pirate's hoot, For the bounty of the earth ye hold!