The spirits of the mountain exist in strength.
Their roots are deep in the Earth,
their heads pierce the air and mount to the sky above.
They dance from flat to peak
and, spiraling, descend again.
Good Ones, when I come under your trees and upon your stones,
guide me.
source: “A Book of Pagan Prayer” © 2002 Ceisiwr Serith. Reprinted with permission of Red Wheel/Weiser.