One in ancient woodland deep

One in ancient woodland deep 

in space 
and silent still

perceives the spirit 

of 
the lights 

these lights 

that grow 
and touch 

and light upon these trees 

these 
trees much cracked 

and old were born 

to fall 
and rise again

and 

grow 

forever 

tall

and

small

and sometimes 
never grow
at all