I dreamed last night I found a Sacred Silver Birch limb had fallen (one must never take cuts from a living tree) and was able to craft a new Elder Futhark set. Now if there had been a fallen trunk I would have been able to craft a beautiful Sacred Silver Birch Chest for them to rest!
Oh, Sacred Silver Birch, from the time of my youth in the deep wood, alone or in a small grove, your magic, spirits dwelt with me. You taught me in nature and dreams, beyond sight of the eye, there, lessons reside. Of your beauty the world is envious, foreign blight is your destruction, your preservation is Our Fight!
To those that will lay at your roots, by your spirits, to The Seekers, your wisdom and knowledge you impart to your sleeping guests.
By my telling of this dream, now, of my Folk I will be able to see for it is they that will understand the meaning beyond the cloak of your inherent white beauty and relay back to me what it is of Our Sacred Runes inscribed upon thee to rest in a chest hewn from Your Sacred Wood.