Apricot Cream

Northern lands to brightest skies

Each tree be seen in forests of mind

Tell me noble squire

Of what secrets kept be ones desire

Holder of flame and fairy name

Butterflies of old

Wings shine like dusted gold

Can you hear what speaks to you

Whispers held in ancient willow

This Queen of all Trees

To ones knee if she passes to please

Princess of patience to prancing ponies

Send me your sealed kiss

Maidens wand to my nose be so bliss

Touch your cheek to air from deep

Tales of no scrolls be held in those trees

May they never fade

Nor words be betrayed

Curious be her faint whiskers

Returning as the summoners did whisper

Trees this tall be ever green and unseen

No envy to jealously of this gift

Emerging from the endless forest

Back so soon as promised

Bards sing of her majestic prescence

Our head to earth, heard in willows and desert

How she makes the garden grow

Walking on time so light in shadow

Glowing wings seen in red bloom

Radiance upon my soul consumed

Burn for me my Fire Moon