redwood forest with towering trees

Migration Song

If the stars declined, if the crescent moon crested,
if dogwood, if magnolia, if magpie and red cardinal
ruled with black mask and throat, if the egret spoke,
if wing-flap and syrinx of songbird unlocked the fairy
door, if hairpin, if the redwood opened itself and took
me in, if the wind were my mother calling me home.