“When Summer lies upon the world and in a noon of gold,
beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold.”
I stand amongst the ancients, the seers of all, keepers of the forest
and I am in the presence of friends.
I go to them and am calmed.
I stand with them and am bolstered by their quiet strength.
I whisper to them and am filled with love.
I leave them and a part of me is left behind.