She walks the olden paths of forest floors,
Trod by red fox, tan deer & wild grey
boars,
Feet bare, upon moss & dawn´s
maiden-fern,
Fingers touching each weed & branch in
turn.
She knows of every hog´s sharp hedged hair,
She knows the very step of hare & lair of
bear,
She knows song of frog, bird & stream-side
toad,
And the growing places, of wild thyme, sage
& woad.
Watching the spinning webs, of spider´s silver
homes,
Stirring the mulch, mud & silts, of river’s
green loams,
She tiptoes, instilling growth & peace for
all forest folk,
Blocking human´s cloth ears, where the faeries
spoke.
Hush & heed, the Guardian of the forest
is passing by,
Listen carefully to her voice, upon the winds
that sigh,
Her rustling gown swaying, within the soft green
trees,
Her golden hair blowing, within falling autumn
leaves.
She´s the Guardian, of all on show & of
all that´s hidden,
Ordered from the Goddess & by all the God´s,
so bidden,
To nurture all of nature, within all of forest´s
soft walls,
As she tiptoes silently, through their quiet
sleeping halls.
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