Friday, 24 May 2013

Duir

Duir - the oak of the druids
Majestic and tall
Soothes my worries away
They are mutable and fluid 
Each one and all

Duir -  the oak of the druids
There is a place I go
Where the oak trees grow
Green, silver and brown
Standing in a  long row


Duir -  the oak of the druids
The cars lose their whine
As I start to unwind
Standing on soft ground
With the Duir all around

Duir - the oak of the druids
Wisdom and peace
My headache is released 
Thank you dear trees
For putting me at my ease


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