Sweetness and The Gallant Tree

Sweetness swam the autumn streams.
Her shawl swathed on the bracken bank,
Where stretching roots of a Gallant tree,
Shook the hand of the stream it drank.

"Accede to rouse me next spring sun,
When Sweetness bathes her honey hair.
My sap is spent," sung Gallant’s Ogam.
"Bid me sleep; for my limbs hang bare."

While river lapped the dormant lumber,
Sweetness set a bed of leaves,
And through the winter shared his slumber;
Sweetness' arms around the tree.

Then river froze, so's not to waken,
Dreaming Sweetness, Gallant oak.
Wrapped safe within the woodland’s apron,
Rocked by elves and fairy folk.

First Brighid’s moon brought blooms of green,
Searching forth from Gallant's limb,
Sweetness slipped into the stream,
Gallant woke to watch her swim.

Gallant blessed the Imbolc rain,
For bringing Sweetness back to bide
The stream shook Gallant’s hand, declaring,
"Sweetness never left your side."

A wee ditty drafted today by Hazy Dizzyday