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The Last Oak Acon
Follow the path to
"Sacred" old tree in middle of the Black Forest
Filled with the essence and energy
In the center where the Siver Creek runs
An aura of power
With The 5 Elementals and Mother Earth
Which is visible to those who are in total balance and harmony
Pure of Heart
Where they say there secret of life
Where the magical mushroom grows
The fairy dances and the unicorn prance
Little child listens to the rustling oak leaves
And the caw of wrens in the trees
For divine messages
The Owl hoots twice
Once for wisdom
Once for patience
Listen you can hear whisper of the woodland animals
They sense the child's pure soul
Even the tiniest mole
Herbal pouch around her neck protected the innocent child
The might Oak Tree spirit hands her last acorn
Oak tree as powers over of the moon and night
The moon ray bathes the child in its light
The child is not afraid
She was born for this very day
With out her the moon will die
The stars will fall from the night sky
Only the sun would rule the universe
The Earth would shrivel up
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
But the child will save us