A place to hold your Sabbat round,
Beneath green branches will be found.
To work your will, the finest place
Is in the Druid Tree's embrace.

'Twill give you log to burn for Yule
Or grow a staff, a magick tool,
Or on leaf a wish to write,
Cast on water in the night.

The acorn's good for luck or food;
A spirit lives within the wood,
And sacred to all nature fold,
Is ever green and mighty oak.