Gnarly, gnarly, gnarly knot. You twist you writhe, you wither knot. As below as above we look to you with reverence and love.
You bridge the realms for all to see, your roots run deep, your limbs stretch free. From earth and rock to sky and star, you spread your tendrils out afar.
Oak king you are Dagda's chosen tree, you offer strength and solidity, you come to us in the middle of the wheel, perfectly balanced on elemental keel.
Beltane we wish to be beside you, might you welcome us, so we can commune. Brothers and sisters of the Druid rite have often been taught under your might.
We call upon you, to invite you to share, we leave our love and offerings for you to bare.
Oh gnarly, gnarly, gnarly knot, you twist and writhe and wither knot.