Druidic Muse

A slow and joyous path beneath the skies, Earth holds me close in rooted ground each day, While wind blows cloudy liquid dreams that rise, Islands are adrift in clean clouds that stray. You, wise young Druid, cloaked in ageless green, Stand firm upon the soil where Nature dwells. Limpid and true, your waters flow serene. A gift you give when I am overwhelmed. Golden youth wrapped in stars from Scottish hills, Near me, you linger, yet gaze far and wide. In my mind, etched, where inner vision thrills. You blaze within, my rising star and guide. Once fading, I was healed by sacred grace. My vivid heart revived in your embrace.