The Beech

A tribute to the sisterhood, of all you provide and do.
To nurture and to nourish us, from the many to the few. 
To welcome us in bucket loads, allowing us such peace and rest.
Where we drop into to your comfort zone, and feel so ever blessed. 

Your support is such a treasure, it touches us so deep.
Our hearts are opened ever wide, to which phoenix tears do seep.
We know you have our back you see, to you we can so trust.
To keep us in the here and now, to boom and not go bust. 

You have become dear family, in the journey to return us home.
To an ancient knowing, healing quest, one of lifelong roam. 
In housing squirrel, shaman of our forest, gatherer of our nut.
You lift our spirits soaring high, pulling us out of our deepest rut. 

The seed pods that you have given us, such inspiration they do bring.
Of all the gifts we have to give, of all the songs we have to sing.
Deep breaths we sigh within your presence, as we sink into your wood.
To dream of projects still to come, to realise if we could. 

With red ribbon we do honour you, with our life we do so pledge.
We give you all of our waters, harmonised with love, in wedge. 
We glorify you with our urine, we sanctify you with our piss. 
Because without you in the forest, we’d never rescue our remiss.

We witness nuthatch upon your branch, swallow upon your twig. 
We appreciate the marriage we have, of a commitment oh so big.
Of the deepest, sincerest feminine, where even sun can come and bask.
Where fire and water do so meld, all contained within one nature’s flask.

​By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021

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