Welcome to my grove of mighty oaks.

Be silent. Walk lightly and with respect.
Beltaine approaches.

Oaths are sworn:

Tongu do dia mo thuath!
I swear by the god of my people!

Cernunnos answers:

Ach nam b'aithne dhomh t' áireamh
B'úr a' choill as na dh'fhás thu ~
Siol nam failleanan árd bu mhór stoirm.

I know your measure...
fresh the woodland you sprung from ~
seed of the mighty trunks of great storm.

~ excerpt from a poem by Niall Og MacLean

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