Scrying

Look in the bowl, Boy.
Tell me what you see.

A bowl of black water-
it’s nothing to me.

Try harder, Boy, and
tell me what you see.

I see water move;
I see a big tree.

I see tears falling;
Falling out of me.

My tears turn to rain;
The rain feeds the tree.

Look closer, Boy, and
tell me what you see.

I see blood falling;
Dripping out of me.

Drips into the ground
And nurtures the tree.

Look to the tree, Boy.
Read the leaves to me.

I see the deep roots
of the tree are my feet.

I see my arms stretch
All my family to greet.

Look to the Tree, Boy
Now I can leave.