The green man is at my gate conjuring up like magic those that sleep in the earth in winters dark days.

 

The larks again have found their voice and soar up in the crisp dawn air , to find favour with a mate so fair

 

Frantic is the air and ground as hoof and claw alert with hearts beating , eyes wide and nostrils flared sense the forthcoming battles ahead , to ensure their line is kept.

 

The strengthening sun , it’s long fingers creep into the the darkest shadow. Awaking the souls within, calling out to join the din

 

I look the green man  squarely in the eye. An ancient face I recognise. From deep down in a distant past , before mankind’s birth before my consciousness on this earth.

 

Take care he utters , take care , I am only here because of you. 

I cannot survive without your help

I am the the guardian of the green , I can’t create , I husband the land.

 

Each year I rise I shepherd the seasons Bring bounty where I can , bring beauty for all and Manna for man

Beware he calls beware for I’m tired and might not return.