Tree Of Life (the GatheRing)

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Summoned from the deepest forest
of the lonely human dreams,
Called upon by aching heartbreak,
bleeding disputes as it seems.
Quested with unwanted power
given by all mighty sign,
Summoned by the sound of music
and by spirits soul entwined.
Celestial fest occurring
with the meeting of the two,
Goals accomplished when exceeding
final boundaries within you.
By the cheerful spring’s addiction
where the flowing will divine,
Mingled limps, charisma roaring,
meetings at the natures dine.
Summon from the darkest woods
in which the untouched will prevail,
Breath of light and sip of ozone
mutually are inhaled.
Flow of life restored again is
in an endless circle path,
Stream of life enchanted flowing
where the pleasures are all met.
Summoned we are and responded
to the callings from the deep,
Where there’s so much to encounter, plentiful we could not keep.
Drive than stronger, although battered
with the lovers parted due
Hallways of the time departed,
centuries were amazed too…
Mortals touched by divine mercy,
with shear butterflies of lust
Waiting over, wanting newer,
re-experiences are a must.
Blessings embraced universe
sailings from the hollow ranch,
Touch of finger fairy’s wisdom
transcend through eternal trench.
Smell of life in ground awakend
lushes greenery of earth’s refilled.
Quest of vision, world’s have shakened
Ancient empires are rebuild.

The GatheRing, by Galadriel