Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side

No one had more

Sharper consonants than you, love

And my vowels, well, were trusted

First comes the Birch

Rowan followed by the Ash
Then through the Alder she forms
And merges with Willow


The Hawthorne blossoms
As the Oak guards the door

She is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightning flash and her


Summoning the spirits
Through incantations
You said the Thunder God seems to have

And our enemies are the Reed
But we knew the Furies held the Holly sacred


We were insulated
In a circle of words we'd drawn
With wisdom sent from nine Hazels

A Rowan fire and a Willow rod

At ten comes the vine

That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night sun
A song in the blood of the white bull


Our language of love
The Battle of Trees

We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love

And my vowels, well, were trusted

From Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil

The hidden meanings and serpents
Only revealed through visions
Yes vowels could insert

"A" was for the Silver Fir

The Firs of course

Then came next
With Heather at her most
Passionate


The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end

But for the vine the "U", it's coffer

Vowels and consonants

The power of trees
The power they hold
The power of prose


So when the church
Began to twist the old myths

They built their own Tower of Babel
From Ulster to Munster


The Reed gave way then
To the Elder
The Earth turns her will

So that night follows day

From dawn to dawn

Fom Winter to Winter
At day the Ash had power over the Alder


Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
Then he said to me:
"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrows

Only to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"