The Green Man by Joanne Kavanagh.
He runs through the forest, breathing life into all he that he can
Whispering to the trees, he’s known as the Green Man
Passing on his vibrant energy, to all living things, green
Perhaps he’s been near, but you know not what you’ve seen
Maybe the leaves have rustled spontaneously
But no breeze is present, chasing in and out of tree
This will be when he talks, to his woodland friends
Who he wholeheartedly loves, protects and defends
And tells them magical stories, that make their little leaves shiver
In delight and excitement, so that they will deliver
An abundance of new leaves, when Spring comes to the land
The time of awakening and renewal, guided by his expert hand
And if blossoms are required, on a particular tree or plant
A different song he will sing, to everything from toadstool to ant
For all have their part to play, in every green place
Their energies all needed, along with Divine grace
To create an environment, so that the right conditions abound
The flora and fauna, all lending their sounds
In a magical orchestra, of frequencies and notes
All playing the tune, which the Green Man wrote
Then come Summertime, a rainbow he manifests
Painting everything in his bright colours, from petals to birds’ eggs in
their nests
And in Autumn he begins, to sing his lullabies
So that the leaves will fall, and dance in the skies
Ready for Winter, when Nature rests in it’s slumber
And all has long since turned, to shades of dark brown and umber
A chance for the Green Man, to recharge and reflect
On what new life, he will breathe into next
Look beyond the surface, of the realm of the Green Man
Please note this cache has a temporary container whilst source something more appropriate
BYOP small container and return out of sight please