The Day The Wind Spoke
The day the wind spoke, stillness availed walking in the ancient Turkers Wood, majesty arose to the heights among older trees. They were reaching the end of the growing more than a hundred years had gone by, accumulating in one hundred feet or more tired were they but still standing.
There came a whisper upon the breeze that grew over a lonely morning but only I would be the recipient of this message, as air blew faster and seemed to whip in and out weaving for at least a half mile, a musical pitch came to me a varied in tune it seemed to say the trees were under threat and would soon be gone and I must tell someone, I must save them. Boc Hondo and the Devic kingdom must gather we must save Turkers Wood, all past life and all present must unite.