Seriously, if you are too busy to ocmment that's cool with me.
The Grove
[This is a description of what my grove would be if I had one and could choose any kind of tree...just another of my mind(less) journeys!]
An autumn day
I would collect the seeds
Put them in my pocket
Take them home
I would plant them
And if they grew
I would love them over the winter
I would sing to them in my mind
I would know them while they yet remained small
Oak and maple and apple trees
Little seedlings
Little trees.
In the springtime
When the leaves appear
When the flowers promise to bloom
When the rain starts to fall instead of snow
I would go outside
And find a sacred spot
I would take my young trees
Would plant them in the ground
Give them water
Let them feel the air
Let them be embraced
By the good Earth
I would think of fire
As I planted them
How the fire would be their will, their spirits
But would never touch their substance
I would say to my dear trees
As I planted each one
"Here is the water, that you may drink
Here is the earth to hold your roots so dear
Here be the air, the wind, the life
And I give you this fire
That your soul may burn bright
May you grow tall and straight
May your years be long and happy
May you know the sunshine and also the rain
We are both young
Both very green
May we grow and learn together
May we share what we have seen
May we always love each other
Even when we disagree
You are my awen
My dearest little tree."
I would see them through the summer
And right into the fall
Deep into the winter
Through the seasons all
I would rejoyce with their blooming
And also when leaves fall
When apples came I would pick them
And give them away
That people might taste their goodness
And so my grove would be
A sanctuary for all creatures
A place of never-ending peace
I'd also plant trees in rememberance
Of those who have met death
In respect for my dear ancestors
And for those I knew before they died
This includes people and pets
And people I never even met
But who gave me inspiration
I would plant for each of them a tree
And so my grove would grow
And pretty soon
You wouldn't be able to tell it from a forest.
(The part about fire not touching them embodies my hope that they would never be caught in a forest fire!)
This poem was inspired by a lot of different things I read on the net including some tree-planting rituals. I hope I haven't made a total mess of everything I have read. This poem is kind of a collection of a lot of things all tossed together.
Copyright by Green Druid September 29, 2004.
Green Druid
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