Poem: Be One With Nature

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Tucked away 
in buried grovefolds

where ash and oak trees 
used to grow in the wild 

the bones of the old ones 
the druids and the wise women 

who knew this ancient land 
sleep calm and undisturbed 

no stones to mark them 
only flowers for pillows

their blood still runs
through the loamy soil

the birds sing their songs
because nature still remembers

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