Home © World Tree Music 2005 to 2012. All rights reserved. No part of this website may be reproduced without permission. Home   Albums  Concert Dates   Book Us! Newsletter   About Us   Gallery   Video   Contact   Causes   Friends   Partners  Affiliates Bards, Poets, Story Tellers and Philosophers - Oh My! James Peercy Author & Poet (Please befriend James on Face Book & keep up with his work!) Please click on photo for artists credit & more! We pull within the darkest sin, releasing all that's true. To stay alive you would watch us die? It's a truth you do not want to prove. It is by us you live at all; our wood you use to build. Our shade protects you from the sun; our fruit gives food by yield. Honor us if you would live, do not neglect the way. Will you care and give back life? We wait to see the coming days. What choices show you how to live? ~ James William Peercy Please click on photo for artist credit & more! White we are upon the night, as moonlight glimmers down. We've stood and watched the human plight, since days unnumbered found. We do not interfer, your choices are your own, but when you choose to destroy the green, you cut the hand to bone. For us to live means life to you. Can you sense the spirit there? We take a breath to cleanse the world; we give you the fresh air. ~ James William Peercy We appreciate that James has given permission to repost his original poems here on World Tree Music.  Please do ‘friend’ him on Face Book in order to keep up with his latest works.  There are poetic surprises daily - like discovering a jewel - a delight! James Peercy on Face Book .) And The Oak Grove Grew There was a man that strolled in town, all dressed in white you see. He watched in silence as villagers worked. They cut down and killed the trees. "Why do you this," he asked of one. "You do this with such ease." "We must," said they, "for the Roman highway. They come and won't be pleased." "Nay I say," the man stood up. "Send the road another way. The life you steal from off the hill protects the town and helps the bay." They laughed to scorn the man alone, as he trod to leave the town. He would not stay, no not that day, nor within the town be found. As he strolled into an open field which waited heather fair, a gentle woman clothed in white appeared with flowing hair. "I tried to warn," the man did sigh. "But none that's there would listen. Will you not send another guide? Perhaps to them they'll glisten?" Sadly she shook her auburn hair. "It is too late you see. A storm is coming upon the night, the winds will blow indeed." "But without the trees," the man stood back, "the village is swept away." "Alas, I know my fairest guide, the choice is already made." "Then I must go back," the man did turn. "They must flee upon this day." "They will not listen, oh my love. They'll simply laugh away." "What can we do to save their lives? How can we keep it back?" "The only chance we have, my love, is to do what they have lacked." He turned at that to see her eyes. A tear had come to be. Could they give so much to save these ones? Would their spirits become the trees? The journey back was not so long as the darkness came at last. No one saw them travel on, all were home to bask. They choose a place outside of town, a strip up from the shore. They turned to face with arms embraced, their lips locked ever more. The spirit earth it saw their plight, and know what it must do. For their great love to protect those lambs, a great oak forest grew. The storm did hit within the night, the winds they blew their worst, but the forest stood to protect the town, the spirit of the two in earnest. Upon the day as light streamed in, a small of child came. She saw a tree that was marked in runes; it gave the forest name. And so it is, until this day, no man should touch those trees. They guard the land, protect and stand, against the storms that be. ~ James William Peercy 04.11.12