Come sit neath the brim of my leafy green shade,
and i'll tell you of stories and colours that made.
Come listen to winds and breezes a blowing,
birds of praise all chipper and knowing.
Winds surrounding and sweeping this day,
clearing of mind remember that way.
The whoosh the rapture the call of the wild,
the soft the tender the voice of a child.
Leaves rattle and patter with glee,
charging the winds, calling to thee.
Winds cascading, branches a blowing,
wrapping the wonder of nature so glowing.
Carry thy thoughts ore valley and mire,
lifting your spirits for all you dersire,
Your call oh wisp, of knowledge of knowing,
embracing thy heart your soul every growing.
Say thee magnificent sage, whisper me your tales,
listen for words on winds between veils.
Kaleidoscopic colours the seasons prevail,
what knowledge I part thee is yours for the taking,
for all is in dreams your life of its making.