Queen Of The Forest. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You live to right all thats wrong
with your world.
The underlying decay that not always seen.
That rears its ugly head and does not redeem.

You fight for all that is good in your world.
Your light shines with the lift of your sword.
Each swing of faith, each wield of destiny,
assures your fate and that of your people.

When day is done and the fight is won,
your mind can rest, your heart is caressed,
by the love of your people, the forest folk.
Their simple ways uplift your soul
for there is where you call your home.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .