The Grove

The groves still green and growing
The Juniper and Oak
The Willow and the Rowan
Still wear their leafy cloaks.

The Holly and the Hawthorn
All wrapped in a wreath
Where the old bark is peeling
There is new wood beneath
The Spindle and the Vine
The branches all entwined
In the old sacred grove
We gather tonight.

For it was written in teh stars
And bowed upon the breeze
A tale braided in the branches
And the color of the leaves.

From a fallen Rosewood bow
A harp sings a fable
From the wood of a Willow
A rocker for a cradle.

Oh the arms of the Ash
The winged fruit
where the old tree has fallen
New life takes root.

The Elder and the Pine
The branches all entwined
In the old sacerd grove
We gather tonight.

In honor of the Queen of Leaves
And her green man in the trees
A tale braided in the branches
And the color of the leaves...