Forests green and trees entwined

withered trunks and branches bare

forests young in dancing rain

memories and wisdom rare

 Oaks and elms and willows fair

all in different shape and form

some grow tall and some grow small

from an oak a leaf is torn

In the morning’s golden light

hold me while the wild winds blow

hold me near and hold me tight

and sometimes let me go

Branches swaying in the wind

stretching up towards the skies

branches bowing to the earth

wondering what yonder lie

Some has shared to little soil

some others grew to bold

others broke in thunderstorms

or froze in wintry cold


 In the beginnings place

born of the morning mist

a unicorn in shining light

leaping through the air

Broken free of chains

of emerald blazing fire

lost beneath the sea

held by silvery strings   

Tales of ancient times

by lakes of burning blue

fate, will and legends

mingles and come true

In the beginnings place

never to be touched again

near the fairies edge

seeds of green and gold

Longing to become   

 a creature of light

moving swiftly through the night

a moment of whispering time

ELEGY  (unknown author)

Do not stand on my grave and weep

I am not there, I did not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamonds glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand on my grave and cry

I am not there I did not die