All Seeing

Being somewhat immobile
Can change beliefs where we
Could walk ten miles a day perhaps
And when asked perhaps not see
A lot as Druids we must
Set ourselves perhaps the task
Of being tree like in the way
We purposefully bask
An upward and a downward energy
Really To always share
A home to friends and family
A purpose for being there
Locked into the ground
A marriage where to toil
Creating an abundance
With our roots deep in the soil

A tenure of dependancy
Solitarily
our aim to work the oracle
and serendipity
be our muse resplendent
In the aura of our soul
As we raise ourselves into the sky
And live and be a role
In providing oxygen
In leaves as shelter To
A myriad of life forms
Unseen by the many who
Are very very mobile
Who rush about all day
Who seldom see the sky
Or feel the earth and clearly pay
A lot from being vacant
From the earth in many ways
Who fail to see to breathe to be
Intuitive and free

Mention was made of the dandelion
Whose pappus of fine hairs
Seek dispersal from the wind
A perennial that fares
Well And a blow ball
the SPRING tonic has been garnered
As a Medicine as far
As China Egypt the Greeks and Romans
Held up as a star
performer
Officianli authentic to the cause
30 million years its reign
almost without pause
Apomixis with out fertilisation
For its seed
Is carried by
the chariots of the sun
ThE blow ball indeed
Born out of the miracle of dust
Itself they say
The flowers all opening at Dawn
And at dusk they fade away

Every part is edible
As useful as can be
234 micro species
clay we often see
An ocean of them growing
Immensely healing too
Solitary Bee’s and Honey Bee’s
and Butterflies ring true
Goldfinches and Sparrows
Really love their seed
Resilience it’s remarkable
How they manage to succeed
Enlightenment and intimacy
An acquaintanceship we feel
Like the tortoise slow and so assured
Life for them so real
Every foot a reality
Every inch a way
Of adding to their knowledge base
Every Single day

Compare that with the Cheetah
Who may outrun a car
But only in very short bursts
And life expectancy is far
Less of course than the tortoise
Whose gait is slow and true
Who appreciates the fragrance
Of the early morning dew.

To SUVI and to STEVE
And to all the other Druids