THE ANCIENT ONES

I saw the birth of the ancient ones, 
Who came about through ancient songs, 
In ancient days they sang and danced, 
They bore the trees, the earth, the breeze, 
the stars, the heavens, the sun, the seas. 

The ancient forest they sang into being, 
Planting the sacred seed, birthing the hallowed trees, 
Blowing the spiralling breeze, crying the flowing seas,
Calling down starlight, from the darkness above, to kiss the canopies leaves.

In a clearing they gathered, and then they began,
To sing the most beautiful melody, of the most beautiful song. 

This song is old, yet still it is told, 
In infinite form, with infinite rhyme, 
In infinite ways sing the bards of time.

The unified verse, the one ancient song, 
All encompassing, magnificent, eternally long.
This sound vibrating from darkness through dawn, 
Illuminates light casting ideal form.
As reflection perceives itself in the stream,
One mirrors two, a fish swims in-between.
Then there is three, four, five, six, and severn.
The severn’s seed is sown it spins resonant intone, 
And is heard on the ground as in heaven. 
Calling the true king to rise to the throne.
Hearing the song of the seed in the soil.
Through the moonless night, twelve spirits they ride, 
To the old ancient grove, hooded and robed, in starlight they are clothed,
Gathering in a circle to await the first coming light.
At dawn the flower awakens and unfolds in their sight,
In this most ancient of rites, some thirty-eight petals birth the fruit of new life. 
This fruit will replenish the earth.