“I stood in the Grove In a circle of Birch The wind was my Choir The forest my Church The tears came freely I fell to my knees Knowing I’d found The Magick in Trees.”
-J.Morris 2015 All rights reserved
Magick in Trees
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“I stood in the Grove In a circle of Birch The wind was my Choir The forest my Church The tears came freely I fell to my knees Knowing I’d found The Magick in Trees.”
-J.Morris 2015 All rights reserved