I enter the sanctuary
And joyful splashes of bright light
Illuminate altars of leaves.
I am barefoot,
The waters trickle, trickle, trickle
And in my dizziness,
I hear fallen flowers on the ground
They call me Walking Tree
Tree tree tree…
WHO treads with a light foot
Amongst us, guardians of the Realm?
The trees open their ears,
Serpentine roots, intertwined
In the green light,
And with a swelling heart, slowly,
I open my palms to receive their wisdom.
In the ring, a tremor runs deep in the roots
As a single tear trembles
And sends all around sparkles of Magic.
With the mysterious smile that says all is well,
I am crowned.