Helena’s Oak

Into the underworld with me
A tree of life so avidly
Breathing light
And rooted stock
Into this meadow good and green
Not only Helena has seen
Such resplendence
And adorning power
And a leap of faith
Born of the hour

Steadfastness and strength
Behold
endurance worth its
Weight in gold
A door where wisdom
Opens wide
To view perhaps the
Other side
Not once but many
times they came
Druids each with
Hearts aflame
With souls to see
To feel to know
They might also
Gather mistletoe

My month spelt out
Mid june to july
Querous Oak a king
Lets fly
His horse perhaps
A faerie tree
Where Thor himself
Was seen to be
A magnificence
The soulful tribe
The wildest spirit
To inbibe
In my shadow
the vixen hides
Quietly panting
She confides
to the spirits
That now she alone
Will wipe her paws
Her healing thrown

By forests beasts
A world away
And there she be
A wondrous play
Below the ground
Oak milk cap free
The heavy metals
That could be
A marriage made
In heaven they
Together reap
The lightening stay
Its wind that pollinates
And gives
The great oak spirit
That she lives
The centuries
Too cold for Bee’s
To venture far
Tis wind blown
From another star
That draws the spirit
That I feel
That conveniently
I do reveal
Its no wonder Helena
Loves to be
And the green man too
Wears religiously
He Brings to bear
The leaves verdure
His battle with Holly
Does endure
Behold the tree
That Helena sees
Its countenance
alone doth please
Which is why its one
of her favourite
Trees.