The ice has thawed ; and Berchta is truly here,
I think of events I Wish  to do too,
And petals of blooms open I'm filled with cheer;
I think of gardening it's time is due,
Feel one with Nature,alive, feel like a seer,
I tried Witch Sight practice first a breakthrough
And gardening filled me with cheer,I felt clear,
I worked happily past my rendezvous,
The Hissing of the Serpent needed work,
The second time I felt like a thirsty bloom.
Got the seeds planted -no link to nature,
And practicing Serpent Hiss felt like a ****
A chain that's half connected is my doom
And plants surely got watered none in danger
I hope I break chains of my destiny
A link with nature thru gardening  I see

I sit and see the awning of leaves out there
And light through  leaves dances like crystals too
A dance of light and dark in  woods  isn’t rare
I wish I could go to the green woods too
My chain and ball sitting  in my wheelchair
A canopy of leafy green I declare
I’m barred from the green ,can’t move on my own
And cut off from life and stuck in the waif zone

Blue sky today I feel sadness is gone,
Getting my groceries here ,I have no fear     ,
My legs are sore  the sky fills me with  cheer,
The light keeps pain away nice phenomenon!
And Hela says be strong like the angel oak  ,
Angraboda’s probably favourite  tree,
Its gnarly branches a wondrous sight to see ,
Behold Hela says angel oak tree no joke.
I was wondering what died hard today?
I still had pain in my legs -enough said
My heart was racing;I did just sitting .
And leave the cafe legs hurt a lot anyway
And Hela’s adumbrate surely filled me with dread,
My legs feel  like trunks of trees not kidding

And Skadi had her way much snow today
Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high.
Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky
Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to  say?
And never let the blighters beat you down
And the sawbones mention you cannot heal .
And show them I work with plenty of  zeal
I am cook too at the depot uptown.
The doctors state see you are strong ,
We think you are weak ,die in a care home.
My star is dimming do I fight or take flight?
My job like an void vessel I felt dead
This must be the rehabs typical syndrome
Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right
My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.

Recurring dream I walk with a fake leg,
I go thru shifts in my head still in the sack,
I know it is a dream sad like darkened lake,
My flow as a lake in rehab no way back ,
What does this walking mean with a fake leg.?

Learning to play a guitar with five good strings ,
I have one leg while playing  what’s it mean ?
Wearing a purple suit I feel I got it made,
And tune high E makes the music so clean,
Walk into Resto Depot with some things,

The Angel oak boughs  lovely to behold
This horary tree so blest a grand tree.
Old  trees to behold are  the huge Redwoods,
Clear cutting woods they made me quite angry.
Lay me down to rest ;my soul feels not old
Those who **** ancient forests go to Hell.

Ancient forests wrecked I'm angry as Hell,
Angraboda tree the Angel oak - behold    
Other beatific trees are the Redwoods,
The  red oak rusty brown bark a grand tree.
Cutting these trees down-I'm ****** angry,
And pols are vermin their plans way to old

Trees like a skyscraper th epic  redwoods
And hike thru these woods when I was not old
I sat at rest beneath a cedar tree.
Those who destroy them are stupid as Hell
Old growth forests a biome  please behold  
Lay waist to old growth woods I am angry,

Most of the old growth gone makes me angry
I wonder what critters live in Redwoods.
The hair of Jord visit it and behold
I walked thru the green when I was not old
The forest were bare of old trees,oh hell
Old growth Cedars are one hell of a tree,  

What type of vibe could I get from that tree?
Logging roads in BC  grave ,I'm angry,
To lazy to help these pols belong in hell,
Love to muse beneath a  pair of Redwoods.
Protest clear cutting this method not old
Clear  cutting woods -a plain shock to behold..

Envoi:
I am wheelchair bound my protest days to old
Time to stop logging Redwoods ,no,oh Hell,
An Angel oak tree I want to behold.

Decomposing footwear leather is done for,
Rotten leather: in an state of eternal rest.
Shoes passed beyond the earthly pale for sure,
Better before they were on Earth was the test.
Send these shoes off to the grave I  don’t  jest.