MY CELTIC TREE

A tree that's made of

Humble mist

A tree whose silent

Witness to my kiss

A tree that looks

At God all day

And bends her

Leafy head to pray

Nature's breasts

Covered by her boughs

Her roots of blood

Have sunk real deep

To underground rivers

And canals where

Silent wee folk play____

**Druids believe that trees connect heaven and earth

Blacmist~