by Crow Moon
The Green Man walks upon this land.
The Green Man takes us by the hand.
He stirs the breeze and tends to trees,
As the Green Man walks upon this land.
He gives song to the birds so his message will be heard.
He befriends the animals, makes them assured
That he is their guide, always on their side,
As he stirs the breeze and tends to the trees.
With so much grace, we see his face
In the trunks of forest trees.
He declares with his kind voice,
“All will be reborn. Dear ones, rejoice.”
The Green Man walks upon this land.
His presence is subtle, but so very grand.
Foliage will fall and saplings grow tall
As the Green Man walks upon this land.
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