POETRY LINKS

Brown hulled wood protects the sweeter innards;

Innards, which are ringed and knotted and so old.

For each concentric circle raises the forested herds,

Up from the rooted soil and stone, stone so cold.

Secure supports struck deep into the earthen land,

Clawing and grabbing, reaching outwardly and bold!

Barkened skin, the shield of the body, soul and

Innards, which are ringed and knotted and so old.

Emerald leaves weave about in the winds silhouette,

Casting simple shadows in numbers still untold.

Great outstretched arms raised never bending yet,

Clawing and grabbing, reaching outwardly and bold!

This is the ancient tree, the grove of the world and homeland:

Our destiny herein so tied, to its strength and life so grand.

Standing for ages, towering into the future is destiny;

A hope, a series of solitary moments that all behold!

The tree, the life, the essence lasting for an eternity,

Casting simple shadows in numbers still untold.

Shadows, drifting images on the horizon of dreams;

Visions of majestic forests, covens of the chosen fold.

Oh, interpretations of the mind, a beacon it seems,

A hope, a series of solitary moments that all behold!

The resolute, enduring passion of nature unfound,

So demonstrated herein this bark enshrouded hold.

Within sanctuaries of wooden rings, all revolve around

Visions of majestic forests, covens of the chosen fold.

Gathering close, grouped together to toast the woodlet and

Our destiny herein so tied, to its strength and life so grand.