The Queen's Approach

I'm
Made of bones of the branches
The boughs and the brow-beating lightWhile my feet are the trunks
And my head is the canopy highAnd my fingers extend
to the leaves
and the eaves
and the (bright?)Might I shine?
It's my shine (child?)He
Was a baby abandoned
entombed in a cradle of claim (clay?)And I was a soul
Who took pity
And stole him awayAnd gave him the form of
A fawn to inhabit
By dayBright Eyes, stay
It's my dayAnd you
Have removed this temptation
that's troubled my innocent childTo abduct and abuse and to render, (bereft?) and defiledBut the river is deep
To the banks and the water is wild,
I will fly you
To the far side