Weave you a nest of blackthorn and nettles
With hawthorn and holly to cradle your bones.
Tangled in gorse and briar and heather;
Sleep, sleep.
Breathe with the rhythms of hedge and heath.
Let the goosegrass grow through your hair.
Garland yourself with bindweed
As the moss creeps over your body.
Let the worms in.
Shining black beetles, woodlice and earwigs,
Slow worms and grass snakes are part of you now.
Sleep, sleep.
Breathe with the rhythms of hedge and heath.