You are the female rhythms in circles of my hearth.
You held the crimson serpent eggs of the Sun and Earth.
Your branches create my spiritual staff and lunar wand
You give to me peace with the energy divine in song.
Tree of enchantment who speaks with other world eloquence
Your wisdom as grandmother absorbed through-out with elegance.
Your leaves shimmering in sun or moonlight
Reach toward water, giver of all life.
You protect my spirit and secrets from those who wish me ill
You preserve my history within your bark as is your will.
You are my teacher, mentor and confidant,
As I emulate you in times of detriment.
For like you, I can be bent but never broken
Like you, I find comfort in the words as spoken,
By the spiritual ancestors coming through in rhyme
As the Bards of Olde bespoke of fate throughout time.
You are full of change but stay the same when it can be known
Balance between polarities lessons your branches moan.
The moonlight purifies your essence as all come to see
Your knowledge of the universe is multiplied by three.
The moonstone is my birthright given by divinity
As it is your symbol of pure thought in tenacity.
The primrose is my scent and treasured flower,
That is your gift for calmness and winning power.
With the Sea Serpent your lesson of growth for humankind
Sacred as it represents passive form creative mind.
Cerridwen and Morgan LeFay deities of recognition,
Both ensure that light and darkness are present in precognition.
To you, the Willow Tree of Saille I write this ode to tell
The planet of blue with respect to honor you in metered tale.
I am grateful for the clarity of my life as deeply divine,
You are the entity that I deem to dream with my spirit aligned.
Ode to the Willow Tree