Treeheart
Legend be bold and strong When Treeheart roamed the land He
stopped at streams so clear and clean That life could be seen to the
bottom
The flowers bloomed in colors of the rainbow And hearts were free
to laugh Under gentle skies and warm winds In green meadows of
fragrant clover
He woke one day to see the sky Its blue was astounding. The
mountains sharp as knifes Sliced the horizon
Black sorrow released From the cut in the sky As a wind. it
came Screaming its demise
Treehearts tears of pain Felt for the wind Were stolen off his
cheeks As the gale ripped and passed him On its way around the
world
It circled the globe The sorrow bold, looking for A heart to
freeze For the torment it felt, At a Gods betrayal, caused
blackness To succeed
It found Treeheart And cirled him thrice Trying to find the
chink in his armour For his love of the land it would steal If it
could prevail.
Blown against the old pine tree He turned and grasped the
bark Rough ridges under his palms His grip mixing his blood With
tree sap and tree life
Sleep with me the old pine, rustled Save you I will By showing
you a wintering Way of life. Come be with me I will shelter you as a
sapling In the lee
Treeheart close his eyes And sighed as roots grew down His
legs, his thighs His arms grew up and out To bend with the wind
that howled its fury
His skin did grow, layering bold The bark around his
heart Keeping safe, his love, his life, for the land He did
treasure
For black sorrow would destroy All that it touched with A
hurricanes force and fury Of love scorned and denied
The legend goes that Treeheart Still stands in mountains High
and mountains strong Against the sky they stand like knifes He keeps
black sorrow from the land The heart he protects is the worlds
own He keeps the faith, and shields the love
Julie
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