Taliesin

Sun dapple, leaf and loam,
hive and nest and hole,
root and branch and honeycomb,
make refuge for a soul.

Small bright eyes and rustle tails
bring tales of distant skies,
winged travelers from distant vales
sing him lullabies.

Rings of ages hold him tight,
through endless century,
hold him there both day and night,
the soul within the tree.

Hungry roots and thirsty leaves
connect him to the earth,
he sleeps and wakes and sleeps again,
awaiting his rebirth.