Whereupon a windy day, where shadows grow and dark things may,
take first steps into fresh night,
to grow and feed and lurk to fright.
Till there comes a smaller mind, one that\'s able to see behind,
the fur and nails and fangs and scales.
And see the truth brought by light.
For no matter how big or mean or full of hate,
the dark things run and hide to take,
cover against the bright warm rays, that burn and scare and drive them away.