THE NEW YEAR OF THE TREE

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words and lettering jy J.D.Steed (The Jester)

background by P.Steed

The Children of The Flower of Mary

or

The New Year of The Tree

The Willow's soft and slender boughs,

Belie the deep dark roots below,

From a fallen branch, a new tree grows,

The fallen cross knows Mary rose.

The Apple's poison - cyanide -

Erases dreams of former lives,

A new tree grows - from seed - inside,

A Holy soul in a tower of lies.

Men build with bricks of finite knowing,

The Tree of Life just keeps on growing,

Before the final stone is found,

The tower tumbles to the ground.

The Willow weeps for broken hearts,

For everything that falls apart,

Her bark can only kill the pain,

But her bite can make me whole again.

The Jester, 26/07/09