Called by the drums, we gather to the fire.
The chant begins.
Green God, Maple God,
living god of the forest:
hey ho hey ho
come to us.
It is the chant of calling. Biome by biome we call, back and forth: wetlands, prairies, tundra, orchards, gardens, fields, vineyards.
Hoo-hoo-hoo.
One from each quarter, the Green Men burst into our midst from behind, hooting. They rush in to the fire and turn, eyes bright.
Four there are: green, naked, rustling with leaves at head and wrist and ankle.