Hawthorn Hart
Believers
Plant trees
Whose occult power
Realise their healing strength
An ethereal bond is how
Under a tree
A good place to rest one’s head and doze
Enlightenment is obvious
It’s where the spirits pose
Questions heaven and earth then be
Asking of the goddess
With answers fruitfully
Coming gently into
Our minds eye lyrically
Trees the power of wooded sight
The godhead actually
Action in the forest
Remains with us for years
The godhead is enormous
It’s Where saints have dried their tears