We spoke the words on island shores:
Before the rains, before the snows,
Before the coming storms and floods.
We spoke the words, we heard the world.
It shook the islands, shook the ferns.
It took a word from oak, a word
It took, and tales it spun, the oak –
In mountains – pouring spoken rains.
We passed beyond the lives of oak,
We took the tales to coming storms,
The mountains spat the islands down,
We heard the tales and spoke the tales.
Unbroken tales from skies, to rains,
To lakes, to oaks, to island shores.