Bark of Birch

The world very real but hidden from the light Sometimes shakes the soul with fear sometimes dazzles with delight Always it makes for awe inspiring sight If one sees through the hidden door to view its majesty that senses will excite The birch tree stands slender and tall Its bark is always white winter spring or fall It is on its bark that information hidden in the soul Are written on so the druids it may extol The forms as bizarre as procession of mind can intake Are hidden beyond the sun when it is about to wake Hidden in the spirit behind history of earth Hidden in numbers so large their very thought can unravel existence to form new birth As its zenith with spiritual transcendence will intertwine The results are sublime The imagination almost beyond divine As the wind of change blows through birch unveiling majesty of souls’ design