The Floods of life wash at at Your Roots.
The Lighting Strikes all around You.
Remember You Are
Not the Tree but the Forest.
Not the Port but the Sea.
Not the Cloud but the Sky.
Not the Stone but the Mountain.
Not the Book but the Library.
Not The Sun but the Stars.
You have in so many others.
That your Roots will go on forever.
And the Bards will sing your Praise.
TDK / The Druid King
Copyright Georg King August 2016
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