The old tree

The old tree

I have seen first winters night
the summers thought in a winters light
I have seen the hunter Herne
among the sleeping trees that turn
I have seen the choice of man
which reaches out in times long span
I have seen the gentle folk
who dance among me under oak

I have heard the calling hounds
who search for prey upon the ground
I have heard the sound of breath
deep within our mothers breast
I have heard the beasts and birds
the magic voice of natures word
I have seen the battles fight
pushing back the darkest night

I have smelt earth and fire
of man and women’s dark desire
I have smelt life and death
among the air of natures breath
I have smelt the lighting storm
I have smelt the dusk and dawn
I have smelt the human face
as he weeps near to my place

I have touched the turning tides
the moon across the sky she rides
I have touched her golden loom
and the creation in her womb
I have touched the new born child
from innocent to free and wild
I have touched the newest birth
my roots are buried deep in earth

(c) A. Haney