Wisdom of the Druid

Wisdom of the Druid


In shadowed vales where silence speaks,
A Druid walks, the wisdom he seeks.
Through elder trees and mossy stone,
He wanders paths to most unknown.


Whispers of oak, ash, and thorn,
Secrets of healing they have borne.
Nature's child, with quiet ase,
Seeks the silence in this sacred place.


With hands that soothe the ailing earth,
He finds the root of true rebirth.
In every leaf and every vine,
Lies a power almost divine.


The ancient lore he keeps alive,
Helps the weary world survive.
Herbs for healing, plants for cure,
In nature's bounty, hearts are pure.


He reads the stars, the moon's soft glow,
And from the skies, insights flow.
The healing arts, an ancient trust,
In nature's wisdom, is a must.


Underneath the druid's care,
Life's balance is beyond compare.
In the dance of time and tide,
The secrets of healing nature abide.


For in his heart and in his soul,
The druid plays a healing role.
To heal, to guard, to teach, to guide,
In Wisdom of the Druid, we confide.


By Cathrin Stuart