Beloved Land: Poems from Eir Glanfath

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"The Tree, The Wind

Who shall hear the voice of the wind? Its beauty resplendent, unseen, intangible Its tongue whispers the oath, ‘I move, I carry. Always will I fly and always will I change. For nothing is permanent. Nothing escapes my grasp.’

Who shall call the heart of the wind? It travels swiftly, fiercely, untouchable Its fist howls the promise, ‘I push, I break. Never will I stop And never will I land All is in my domain And all bend to my will.’

Who shall resist the force of the wind? Its anger presses, pushes, drives

And the tree answers its call ’Yes. Your voice is    loud. Your name is    grand. Your force is    mighty. I shall not resist. I will not defy. I will bend. Your power shall wash over me. You want me to bow. I will bow. But I will always stand. I    will     always     return. I    will     always     recover.

That is my pledge. That is my promise. That is my oath.’"

Trivia

 * The text is roughly in the shape of a bird, and a tree with roots.