The Magic Tree©Myrea Pettit
Don't Forget the Magic!
Won’t you come and sit with me
Share with me your name
Come and meet my Samson
So we might play a game.
Samson is a wise old man
Loving arbor, grand
He'll bring you joy and balance
And share his magic hand
With fairies, you are welcome here
Sam is our best friend
We love him so, with great respect
On his counsel we depend.
No greater teacher do we have
I visit many days
Sit for hours on my stool
And drink up all he says.
I dance with him in twists and turns
Caress his ancient skin
I sleep in soothing beds of leaves
And tickle his strong chin.
My cheeks turn pink, my eyes alight
He calls me "little blossom"
Tells majestic stories
That conjure spirits awesome.
Samson tells us to believe
To wonder at the rare
Always to be very proud
And shun from dark despair.
In strong winds he waves his arms
And dazzles us with visions
Of Mother's sacred mysteries
Her magical provisions.
He thanks me for inviting
New friends to sit and share
Insists every tree is magic
And stools are everywhere.
Sacred trees have always been
Kept many an elf and gnome
Fairies dancing in the breeze
Shared skies where eagles roam.
Never blindly look away
From oaks, pines, or elms
They give meaning to our lives
And bring us healthy realms.
***
Theo van Joolen©2010
Share with me your name
Come and meet my Samson
So we might play a game.
Samson is a wise old man
Loving arbor, grand
He'll bring you joy and balance
And share his magic hand
With fairies, you are welcome here
Sam is our best friend
We love him so, with great respect
On his counsel we depend.
No greater teacher do we have
I visit many days
Sit for hours on my stool
And drink up all he says.
I dance with him in twists and turns
Caress his ancient skin
I sleep in soothing beds of leaves
And tickle his strong chin.
My cheeks turn pink, my eyes alight
He calls me "little blossom"
Tells majestic stories
That conjure spirits awesome.
Samson tells us to believe
To wonder at the rare
Always to be very proud
And shun from dark despair.
In strong winds he waves his arms
And dazzles us with visions
Of Mother's sacred mysteries
Her magical provisions.
He thanks me for inviting
New friends to sit and share
Insists every tree is magic
And stools are everywhere.
Sacred trees have always been
Kept many an elf and gnome
Fairies dancing in the breeze
Shared skies where eagles roam.
Never blindly look away
From oaks, pines, or elms
They give meaning to our lives
And bring us healthy realms.
***
Theo van Joolen©2010