Through the mist of ancient woods I roam
A wand in hand, a light to guide me home
Fern the apprentice, learning spells unknown
Whispers of the elders in the stone
Moonlit pages turn with every breath
Magic lives in what I love, in life, in death
Roots run deep where secrets softly sleep
Promises I whisper, promises I keep
Fern the apprentice, wild and growing still
Drinking from the river, climbing every hill
Someday I’ll be master of this land
But tonight I’m just a student, wand in hand