WOODS ETERNAL
Forests green and trees entwined
withered trunks and branches bare
forests young in dancing rain
memories and wisdom rare
Oaks and elms
and willows fair
all in different shape and form
some grow tall and some grow small
from an oak a leaf is torn
In the morning’s golden light
hold me while the wild winds blow
hold me near and hold
me tight
and sometimes let me go
Branches swaying in the wind
stretching up towards the skies
branches bowing to the earth
wondering what yonder lie
Some has shared to little soil
some
others grew to bold
others broke in thunderstorms
or froze in wintry cold
ROWAN’S SONG
In the beginnings place
born of the morning mist
a unicorn in shining
light
leaping through the air
Broken free of chains
of emerald blazing fire
lost beneath the sea
held by silvery strings
Tales of ancient times
by lakes of burning
blue
fate, will and legends
mingles and come true
In the beginnings place
never to be touched again
near the fairies edge
seeds of green and gold
Longing to become
a creature of light
moving swiftly through the night
a moment of whispering time
ELEGY (unknown author)
Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there, I did not
sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the
swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die