The willowy willow is her shield

The chanting birds are her eyes

She is the lady of the copse

Mother to the wise

–

She is hidden

but in sight

for those who dare

to peer into the light

–

Her appearance

reflects what you desire

but be warned

for the impure it may be dire

–

She will give you answers

to what you seek

but in a riddle

challengingly oblique

–

For those who listen

wisdom is bestowed

With this secret knowledge

we discover our road

–

She is

all seeing, all knowing

Our Lady of The Copse

with her we are never forgoing

My Poetry Hope Life