I speak for the trees 
give voice to their whispers 

impressions.... ominous for our people 

beneath my heart, I carry this beautiful, sacred land 
soil watered with blood and tears 
hostility embedded in its surface 
disfiguring us 

when will we awaken 
live as we once did 
together 
safe 
content... 

reverent 

all flesh must eventually be put away 
like outgrown garments 
grey mist of morning giving way to dawn 
a sacred time 

stones stand in silent testimony 
pedestal of the stars awaiting our growth 

understand the sweet singer 
druid 
our time has come 

Give voice to their whispers 
Give voice.......