The Ancient Song

 

What magic is this that draws me in,
what beauty do I behold?

What language that speaks to the depths of my soul,
what stories here enfold? 

 

Sweet music whispers through the woods,
this haven I hold dear.

 

 I know that I can be myself,
I'm fully present here. 

Gnarly branches, twisted trunk,
what secrets do you bear

 

of bending and reaching and facing the sun,
and raising up arms in the air?

 

New life springs from old bark bones,
roots deep, we grow up strong.

A life well spent, beginning anew,
this is the Ancient Song.