Sleep Sacred White Birch, Sleep.
I send the snows to insulate your roots, your roots where your life’s blood kept warm away from the cold.
Heavy with nutrients, I lay the whitied blanket low, for come Spring, regenerated soil;
We shall watch thee green and grow once, twice, thrice; Evermore!
Sleep Sacred White Birch, Sleep, as we do in our dens under the forest floor,
Is this not what winter is for?
– The Bear, Caretaker of The Forest