Sitting on a wooden seat

The beech nuts under my feet

Fungi will grow  as my autumn treat

I could be in a fairy ring

With spirits dancing to my beat

What butterflies live  here in this grove?

What birds treat it as their home?

And now I see where I must be

For from here I can see the sea

And the ancient site of Cissbury

I can imagine ancient times

Of tribes and bardic rhymes

Romans worshipping from this place

This is my own sacred place

My ring of magic from sea to sky

Awen

Awen

Now I know why