My people

My people They are fae My ancestors

Are trees Old beyond Our ken Stretching To Infinity A timeless Dimension A nothing Extension Invisible Indivisible without or without Attention

My people They are Fae My ancestors Are trees Made strong By wind And wave holding Steadfastly

My people They are Hidden Deep Under Hills of Green Their bones And breath A story Of life and history

My people They are Wise A part Of you and me For children Of the Earth Are born Eternally

My people Sing and dance They play At Tara’s seat Oh! Have you Met Our mother? She’s right Under your feet f. mcginnis