Tree Spirits
Tree Spirits
When the red hot Sun
Goes down to rest
The slippered moon
Peeps through
Treetops bare
Its platinum light
Casting eerie
Shadows all
Around
suddenly a cacophony
Of sound that would
Awaken the dead
Once again the
‘'Tree spirits'' are
Holding their
Annual ‘'eisteddfod''
Reciting their
Poetry
A forest of spirits
Within a forest of
Trees singing and
Reciting poetry
Harks back to
Ancient times
In Celtic
Mythological
Folklore.
This festive event
Culminates with
The crowning
Of a tree
Spirit Bard
Who resides in
The forest's tallest
Tree for one
Year when they
Will do it all
Over again
Should you go
Walking in that forest
Do not be fooled
Into thinking
Those ‘'creaky'' noises
You hear is just
The Wind.