Wild Rowan Forest
Call the beauty police,
I spy a culprit of wonder.
Here as I sit in quiet,
Calm the flow of her swaying.
She has called me here once more,
To find that peace within.
Does she know another way,
To give me peace and beauty?
Thankful I am once again,
To be blessed beneath her care.
Wild and free she roams the land,
Restoring the balance of natures hand.
Once upon a long age ago,
When I had known her love,
I had come to sit and know,
Just what beauty of her response.
The Rowan's guard life and limb,
From any evil that may come in...