Invocation

And then the forest calls,

It can be heard in the ancient songs 
which delights the spirits that remember

It can be heard in the wanderer trees
who speak of a time

 of divine dancings and floral rites,
of peaceful days and sun and rain;
of magic and love

It can be heard in the cry of nature

and the river's lament
and the fury of the wind
and the green leaves dyed of dark red
for they have suffered the human wrath in their veins

Our path is settled
Let the spirits speak of truth and wisdom

This is where we belong 

To the times of the Ancient World