The Magic Tree©Myrea Pettit
Don't Forget the Magic!
Won’t you come and sit with me
Share with me your name
Come and meet my Samson
So we might play a game
He is a kind and wise old man
Loving arbor, grand
He'll bring you joy and balance
And share his magic hand
With fairies, you are welcome here
The tree is our best friend
We love him most respectfully
On his counsel we depend
No greater teacher do we have
I visit many days
Sit for hours upon my stool
And drink in all he says
I dance with him in twists and turns
Caress his ancient skin
I sleep in soothing beds of leaves
And tickle his strong chin
My cheeks turn pink, my eyes alight
I'm his favorite blossom
He tells majestic stories
That conjure spirits awesome
Samson tells us to believe
To wonder at the rare
Always to be very proud
And shun from dark despair
In strong winds he waves his arms
And dazzles us with visions
Of Mother's sacred mysteries
Her magical provisions
He thanks me for inviting
New friends to sit and share
For every tree is magic
And stools are everywhere
Sacred trees have always been
Kept many an elf and gnome
Fairies dancing in the breeze
Shared skies where eagles roam
Never blindly look away
From pine-trees, oaks, or elms
They give meaning to our lives
And bring us healthy realms
***
Theo van Joolen©2010
Share with me your name
Come and meet my Samson
So we might play a game
He is a kind and wise old man
Loving arbor, grand
He'll bring you joy and balance
And share his magic hand
With fairies, you are welcome here
The tree is our best friend
We love him most respectfully
On his counsel we depend
No greater teacher do we have
I visit many days
Sit for hours upon my stool
And drink in all he says
I dance with him in twists and turns
Caress his ancient skin
I sleep in soothing beds of leaves
And tickle his strong chin
My cheeks turn pink, my eyes alight
I'm his favorite blossom
He tells majestic stories
That conjure spirits awesome
Samson tells us to believe
To wonder at the rare
Always to be very proud
And shun from dark despair
In strong winds he waves his arms
And dazzles us with visions
Of Mother's sacred mysteries
Her magical provisions
He thanks me for inviting
New friends to sit and share
For every tree is magic
And stools are everywhere
Sacred trees have always been
Kept many an elf and gnome
Fairies dancing in the breeze
Shared skies where eagles roam
Never blindly look away
From pine-trees, oaks, or elms
They give meaning to our lives
And bring us healthy realms
***
Theo van Joolen©2010