A poem for Druids

By Suzie Carmicheal

Life is more than what is planted,
It is more than what is there. 

Life takes a breath and breathes it back,
There are none who do despair. 

For life is fickle and life is fleeting,
And that is why we're here. 

To aid it always in its goal,
To become nature's spear. 

The dusty dunes of Itlimoc,
The bleached white bone rock,
Is not the place most would profess
To host Valas' oak. 

But host they do, and
Host they shall, for that is nature's wish.
The Forest Father's mighty heart,
The druids' mighty gift.