Like veins of my heart,
We knew right from the start
Hidden connections would lead the way.
Rooted together, whatever the weather
Talking to each other, silently
Quietly, like the landing of feathers.
Making no sounds, they float effortlessly
On to the ground.
Yet the wind knows their every precision,
Their every move,
As they graciously flew.
Landing next to the tree trunk,
It's oak bark deliciously
Crunched
Showing such sacred masculinity.
Buds of acorn blossom
Duir of an otherworld opening
Across the platform's land.
Brigid is here, she's everywhere
Flowering, petalling, moving
Flowing, always changing
Growing.
Whilst down below the roots support
Helping with their strength
In total awe.
Of how those branches survive
Even the harshest wind and heavy rain
Still so noble despite
The torturous gusts of pain.
Tree of life,
Take us back,
To our love
Again.
