| A Wiccan tale - Where the trees still speak |
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| 5th of March, 2002 |
| In the wide land of dreams Full of fantasy Still are some whispers waiting to be heard Of the herds of the trees Entings they were Entings they are Slowly awaken from their sleep A passion for trees So undefined, so strong Marching out of Fangorn With them I shall travel Cradled softly by branches Far over the star-lit horizon Our destined path awaits Dragons in my dreams Telling stories of lands Where the trees still speak of the past Another day yet to come 'till they ever reach their home To where the trees still speak my name Falling in dreams, much I have slept Waking now under the gleaming Sun I look upon the age-old faces Of the wisest beings in Middle-Earth Rest now in ease Rest now in peace Far we've travelled long Plant now your roots Deep in the grounds In earth untouched by Men My journey has done, I will be gone Still the Road goes on and on Much mysteries I've seen, marvels I watched But never such as this Dragons in my dreams Telling stories of lands Where the trees still speak of the past Another day yet to come 'till they ever reach their home To where the trees still speak my name |