Under The Rowan Tree

Conversations With Rowan | 9.16.2013

July 2, 2022

I hear the whispers in the wind

They are guiding me with every breath

The sweetness in their voice

The leaves tremble with joy

As they feel the excitement of my heart waking up

To its purpose

Come, do not be afraid they dance

I feel the calling of the trees

The calling of the faeries

We are waiting for you

Trails as a faint voice drifts off in to the wind

My journey within will journey my soul

To wrap my arms around the spirit of the woods

Who are calling me home

I walk with the butterfly

As she transforms my soul

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