the seedling

 
a seedling in hope neath the elder tree
grows roots in the darkling Earth
certain wisdom is gleaned from the dark
a rich embodiment of truth
 
raised skyward its shoots seek the solace of the sun
the elder tree looks on with a knowing
she has endured the darkness of understanding
 
with each revolution of time  
her rings grew more prominent
she is honored in the forests
being a great keeper of secrets
 
a warrior in nature she stands proudly  
the season of fire has passed
she lay witness to the culling  
weakling sources whose roots failed to reach  
the waters of knowledge
 
fire in his wisdom saw this  
and returned them to sky
Father sun sees his reflection
in the elder sentients
protectors over the forests
guardians over the ancient magic
 
a seedling in hope neath the elder tree
reaches skyward
may the light make her branches strong
may time bring the wisdom of ages
 
allowing her to come full circle
as a sage, a keeper of truth  
in the realm of men and women