A throne woven of four trees I gift to thee…
A crown of stars upon your brow.
The Solstice of Midsummer, the time for change is now.
Sit still within the elements, breathe deep, and exhale remorse.
Fair child of Litha I bathe you in green-
Set forth upon new course.
The sun rises high and waits to set until he meets his moon.
His longest day, her shortest night, of love that died too soon.
Dig deep into the self and Earth….
Neath’ flesh, bone, soil, and rock-
turn not from what will manifest…
like sheep turn with their flock.
Let flow your heart’s desires there-
The Oak King calls you to-
be one with all, live in love…
let your words be wise & true.
