TREAD softly as the stone, as silently
as he speaks into earth.
Smile, as the tree-gods smile into their beards
when all smile in one mirth
spreading their fronds as antennae
that only the spirit-eye can see.
Move as the ashtree swings her branch
and with the strength of oak
spread out on horizontal arms
the showings of the thunderstroke
Jove elemental into dryads...
-Ross Nichols (Nuinn)