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| Music : Memory Of Trees |
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| I learned of the trees early. Me Mothair would kiss me cheek and whisper the secrets known ta all Celts ... ta home or in exile 'Padraic ' said she one day. 'Ye may climb into the comfort of the tree's arms, as long as ye are gentle with them. The trees are a grand gift, a treasure loaned ta us. . If by some terrible accident, ye wound a tree, ye must repair it and treat it well. The tree will remember all yer kindness and all yer wrongs, And will respond in a like manner. |
| Silence is no certain token That no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken Is the heaviest load to bear. Misunderstood, Frances Ridley Havergal |