I mark a sacred place that is barely a memory in your world today.
I serve the old Goddess, the Crone. I form a gateway to Her.
At my feet your ancestors left a great wise one, a chieftain.
They left him with me to guard and protect.
I gave my word, and entwined my roots gently around him,
drawing his essence into me.
Together we transformed.
I have kept my vow for more than a thousand long years.
And I say to you now that I remain beside you as you race through your lives.
I feel when you are born, when you die and when you come again.
Each time you return,
I grow a new needle
in honor of that day.
From The Greening of Man