Seed unique of place in time
grew the Catwood tree
Far beneath a boulders soil
barely lit set she
Hopeless seemed her happenstance
Just below a crack
Given just a grain of hope
Catwood grew from black
Fighting just to fill a space
Hardened by the world
Catwood fought and found a breach
Just to be unfurled
Stalwart was her journey
Shifting through the stone
Often nearer giving in
Than rising all alone
Wisdom from the waters
And a courage in the night
Catwood battled upward
To the vision of her light
Faithful in a knowledge that
The work would set her free
Catwood split the boulder
To become a mighty tree
Rooted to her granite base
A trunk of stately spire
Branched of dreams to bless the earth
Blooming to inspire
Riches now a gift she gives
In others arid lands
Seeing what it took to be
Where now the Catwood stands
-Hermit King-
-Hermit King-
