Everywhere, next day, I looked
For that helpless speckled thing,
Patient forest babe, all ears and eyes,
Watching, waiting, staying.
Gone, as I had hoped, gone
From underneath the tree
To walk beside her mother.
Before long, she will walk alone,
Gambol, jump and play.
I hope she sees another day.
I hope she comes to stay
Where she was born,
Where she lay beneath
The Blue Spruce tree with me.
