Grey Owl

He who flies by night.
I come to bring you...
a single green leaf.
It comes from a faraway place.
I don't know.
Do you hear that?
It's called silence.
Sometimes I wake up
from this dream...

at night...
this nightmare
that there's no more silence.

All the land's full of roads.
All the roads are full of motorcars,
and everyone's sitting there...

in all this noise and stink.
I call out to them.
"Hey," I say. "Where is it
you're all in such a hurry to get to?"

"Away," they say.
"We wanna get far away. "
Now look at this.
This is where I come from.
The land of Keewaydin,
the north wind.

They call it...
the far wilderness.
There's nothing there,
only green leaves,
clear streams,
sweet air...
and silence.
Used to make my living
trapping beaver.

I don't do that anymore.
I guess I learned shame.
And I learned it from this lady
you're looking at now.