e who knows the ways of the beasts and birds,
ho can distinguish them by song and cry,
ho knows the bright quicksilver life in streams,
he course that the stars take through the sky,
ay never have laid hands to books, yet he
s sharing wisdom with Infinity...
e who works with sensitive deft hands
t any woodcraft, will absorb the rain,
he sunlight and the starlight and the dew
hat entered in the making of its grain;
e should grow tall and straight and clean and good
ho daily breathes the essences of wood.
e who finds companionship in rocks,
nd comfort in the touch of vine and leaf,
ho climbs a hill for joy, and shouts a song,
ho loves the feel of wind, will know no grief;
o loneliness that ever grows too great;
or he will never be quite desolate...
e shares, who is companioned long with these,
ll ancient wisdoms and philosophies.
- Old Welsh Prose -