By joy or by sorrow
The Poet pours out
A passion for persuasion
Having never a doubt
His cauldron spilt over
seeping into the ground
giving birth to the Hazel
where knowledge is found
A blossom of a fruit
falls far from this tree
A nut to a pool
where a Salmon will be
Craving for consumption
with haste he did swim
To taste for himself
this ancient wisdom
He had been caught to a bare hand
By what appeared to be a true man
lifted like a falling nut
as he struggled upon the sand
With his last breath he warned him
as he spit into his eye
there is always something more wiser
why don’t you give me a try
So with good intention
the man set to intake
a fishes words for redemption
hoping wisdom to partake
The flavor he found
like honey to a bee
found this true man a gift
of Bardic poetry
From knowledge to a nut
A fish did pass
the wisdom of the Trees
now a poet in the grass
For it was formed before it fell
to a seed spread by hesitation
By a Godhead who loves
To give men inspiration
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