I came to this place many years ago.

It captured the heart of my lover and self.  

She has gone but my love for this place is eternal. 

Slowly it has grown like a tree

Strong and tall all encompassing is my love for this place

ever flowing streams trees of evergreen

Bramble and brush might cut and scrape

My love for you will not abate

diversity abounds in many growing things

quiet solitude and wild celebration

Ah Summerwood you sustain me like no other

may I create something that always sustains you

This I pray on a Mystic Star