Sea of pine and waves of oak

The Forest is a home

And I will always go there

A cold breath moves the branches

In the wood, 

Cooling the rocks with patterns of moss

The oaks are old gods and I thank them


 fear is  thunder

It beats the drum of the heart

And for a time

I am its muted prisoner

Though this sound blisters,

I can still hear the old muffled whisper

The hills and trees are alive

With a kind of thought Unknowable.

In the Other World,

They arise and fall

Arise and fall

I declare my love for them,

Old gods, old noble creatures

Though fears tympani beats continuous,

I see faces in the wood

And bones in the mountains

I call these beings my long time friends

I shall sit with them a while and wonder

At the rocks stuck between my toes

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