A circle open to the sky becomes a covered mound,
Within, a tree now made of stone, casts shadows on the ground.
The earth is changing as we pass, each footstep turns to gold
The sky inverts reality, a passage eons old.
The Old Ones watch our wonder as we seek what we have found
And walk into a greater light in darkness underground.
For some a chamber fraught with fear, for others it means naught,
True meaning found proportionate to what the heart has brought.
Out of the old, in to the new, with childlike steps progress…
And if the question should be asked… we simply answer, ‘Yes’.
‘Beck ‘n’ Call’