(Verse 1) Moonlight drips through branches old and deep While the sleepy forest starts to creep Into slumber, soft and silent sound But above the canopy, wisdom's found Not a murmuration, nor a pride you'd see Just feathered shadows in a synergy Eyes of amber, sharp and knowing gaze Lost in wonder, through the starry haze. (Chorus) Oh, they call them a parliament, these watchers of the dark Gathered 'round the ancient, gnarled tree bark Silent whispers, secrets they might keep While the world below is fast asleep A parliament of midnight, with no words to declare Just the ancient wisdom hanging in the air. Hoo-hoo-hooing through the quiet night, A council feathered, bathed in silver light. (Verse 2) Are they debating how the seasons turn? Or the lessons that the forest has to learn? Perhaps the tales of hunters, swift and keen Or the meaning of a starlit, forest scene No debates with gavels, no loud decree Just knowing glances, wild and truly free Ancient spirits, from the twilight born Waiting patiently for the coming morn.
