Minster Churchyard, Cornwall, UK 2010; photo AM Hunter

Beneath My Tree

And through water
I’ll walk to thee
Just to see you
Beneath my tree

And through fire
I’ll come to thee
To be with you
Beneath my tree

And through earth
I’ll crawl to thee
To meet with you
Beneath my tree

And through air
I’ll fall to thee
Always with you
Beneath my tree

And in spirit
We shall be
Heart to heart
Beneath my tree

Listen to the song

© AM (Xander) Hunter 2020 June solstice

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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