Under The Gnarly Birch

Nature called me back to her,
"Bring your children too," she said.
"Your husband will also find reverence here,
Now that you are wed."

"Come gather in my wooded arms,
Let my winds breathe upon your face.
Rest peacefully in my nightly shawl,
You'll flourish in this place."

"Stand and listen to my songs,
As daily they do sing.
The birds, the water, the wind through trees,
Serenity and peace they'll bring."

"Your children will soon love my ways,
As they grow in this natural church.
They'll love, they'll laugh, they'll cry with you,
They'll blossom under the gnarly birch."

Cindy Wade