A Pine Cone Speaks
Still your body, clear your mind
Hold me gently and you will find
Yourself--midst trees, tall, strong and grand
In an ancient forest where you now stand
Smell the pine--how sweet the scent
Carried on breezes that are heaven sent
Touch my mother, know her soul.
Allow her energies to make you whole.
Feel her sorrow, feel her pride
Feel her stirring deep inside.
Hear the song her branches sing
--Accept this love Great Spirit brings.
by Linda Klintworth
