We are all saplings, growing in the light of brother sun, under the guidance of father sky, bathed by sister lune, loved by mother earth.
We grow as mind, body, spirit.
Each individual Different,special in some way, still part of the greater whole, swaying in the breezes of change.
The forests move.
We are friend, we are family, We Are Grove, we are druid.
Blessed be the groves of the forests, for the groves of the forests are sacred,
even to the trees and grasses that form them.