Simple Leave's

The grandest of beauty adorned,
Great Oaks ever born, from seeds to buds,
An ancient springs, set forth in course,
T’was strength and force,
For t’is this search for the breeze, it is made for the leave's
Feeling elegant touches of early mornings dew,
As it's the gift it give's, for me and for you,
Pillar's of delight in there tall peering sight, as it leans and weaves,
Showing the leaves, for love it knows, for us it ever grows,
From Spring it sings, a song of tales, to show the spells of old,
Hidden beneath it's bark, are stories that it harks, of times of the bow,
Made from it's strength, are spears of it’s length's,
Passing upon them, were world's of Elve's, where they told thier tales,
Of different times, much were in rhymes, weaved in signs,
In what was to come, in what could not be undone,
For the web had been spun, these times had begun,
Ever changing the balance, in a heavy mass,
But the tree's still stand tall, no matter the pain in them all,
Of ancient times, listen to them and you can still hear there rhymes,
Whispering in the leave's sent on the oldest of breeze,
Songs of pain that few could proclaim,
The Simple Leave's

Inspired By Loreena McKennitt's : Ancient Pines

Myrddin © 1/2/04