Sacred Grove (please feel free to comment)

[penyou]

Sacred Grove

My grove is calling me, and dance with the spirits of the trees. Green is the moss, and the green the leaves, green the earth and sacred trees.

Over rock, i look down upon thee, i see a grove, a grove of trees.
Scrambling over rock, i go, into the forest grove below, trees, now surrounding me, i smell the earth, the humidity.
Damp the earth where the green ones lie, i look up to moonlit star sky.
The air around me kisses my skin, i feel a breeze and form a grin.
Warm is the air circulating me, warm is the earths energy.
In the middle of the grove sits my standing stone, patterned with spirals, my portal, dome, i always lean up against thee, my standing stone gives solidity.
I scry through the flames in the night, providing me with inner sight.
Red, orange, yellow, gold, flickering stories to be told.
Sometimes the flames in the night, take my inner soul in flight.
On the back of an owl i now to fly, over tree tops and mountains high.
Up to the dark blue inky sea, the owl now carries me.
The silvery moon, cast her eyes, as starbursts flit across the sky.
Great big eyes now stare at me, swallowing the inkiness of the sea.
I look up into the eyes in the inky sea, and recognize that they belong to me.
Them my grove comes calling me, and i fly back down over rock, and tree.

My grove is calling me, and dance with the spirits of the trees. Green is the moss, and the green the leaves, green the earth and sacred trees.

By
Penny Young