Shoulders hunched, bluetooth crackling
In his ear, wandering at callers whim-
"It is I, the deep forest calling you;
Cast off the tethers to your soul!
Run naked through the trees!
Answer the howling wolf in the distance!
Stake your territory, like our brothers
Drink from the spring
Assemble your riches!
Gather fresh berries and pine knots
To fire your brew!
Know that you are not alone,
Beat the drum of Pericles!
The golden age is upon you!
Let not the daily tempest bruise