The Giving Tree

Deep in Heartstone Amongst the Whispering Trees Grew, The Giving Tree I felt its’ heart Below the bark And asked What of me? The leaves rustled The breeze lifted I pressed my cheek to its’ heart And felt everything gifted What I feel Centuries old Of magic Of nature Of faeries told To be chosen To carry the bow Defend all The Heartstone in the Great Hall The Kings and Queens Of Knights deeds To repel the Ice king And the heart, so frozen The Giving Tree I felt its’ heart Below the bark And knew instantly To see The flight of an arrow On to its ‘ mark This I felt In the heart Below the bark Of the giving tree