A sapling of the Bronze age
\nSlowly reached the sky
\nAs it grew older it became hollow
\nAnd you might ask why
\nThey might share their inner secrets
\nWith the sensitive who sees
\nThe wonder that is evident
\nThe great passion of trees<\/p>\n
Rotting from the heartwood
\nBut may take on growith and be
\nSomewhat like a grotto solidified we see
\nWhere tiny faeries cometh from
\nAnd dance when berries fall
\nDropped branches can form new roots too
\nAnd so answer the call<\/p>\n
Yew beams in some old houses
\nHave sprouted it has been shown
\nThe mystical the magical
\nFor its life force it has
\nthrown
\nOut of its sacred slumber
\nInto an ancient dream
\nSit a while inside the YEW
\nAnd my friends it all will seem<\/p>\n
That you can reach back through time
\nAnd relive and admire
\nThe memory of the ancients
\nAnd the fever of their fire
\nYou can be part of all of that
\nThat great age sees you through
\nThe resonance and recurrence
\nAnd what appeals to you <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sapling of the Bronze age Slowly reached the sky As it grew older it became hollow And you might ask why They might share their inner secrets With the sensitive who sees The wonder that is evident The great … Continue reading