Upon Reflection

As the lowering Sun faded into Lunar as soft steps sunk into the swollen ground upon the Surface; this Fae recollected more of conversation from the eve before. This conversation made memories of lore, told to me during my fayhood, resurface. Lore of the Tree Kingdoms, the Record of Signatures and Tree Essences, all of which the True Fae held most High. This knowledge too fragile to be quilled upon scroll and too sacred to be carved in stone. Passing down the lore of the Tree Kingdoms was done orally, for the True Fae have a knack for never forgetting.

As I am the last True Fae, it is realised that this lore should be told in some form, even if it is never to be found by another, at least this lore will be released and not confided to fadence, if some ill-Will should happen to me.

I shall begin the lore, how it began for me.

"What doth ye seeth of great heights and girth?
Branching higher towar'ds the Beyond;
Whilst sinking deeper, deeper into Earth.
Soaking up the Great Mother's milk;
Nursing through years, decades, eternities.
Weathr'ing through Seasons of chill;
Growing through Seasons of rebirth;
As the mortals gathers harvest of mirth.

What say you, doth ye seeth?
Everywhere they be!
Nay, not mortals, for they canne see!
Canne see what we see;
What we feel;
What we know!
What greedy mortals gather is that which falls;
down down down
upon the ground;
From the bountiful branches the fruits do fall;
Sweet essences of life created within the barks!"

As so, the lore was passed down to me, in riddle and rhyme, seasoned with reason within verse.
Structured in tongue, so that it would never be forgotten. It can be imagined that the passing of this lore did not just happen in one cycle of a day, but stretched over Time... which was something abundant in my village.

"Not a Kingdom of man nor beast;
Not containing a court filled with feasts!
For this extended Kingdom was vast;
no space could contain;
Representives of this Kingdom threw a wide cast;
In every land, every realm, no matter Time nor place;
For this Kindgom held no boundaries;
Nor gave to waste!
Weeping Willows blowing sweet harmonies;
Gentle creaking of Mighty Oaks;
Behold! For this great Sway is none other;
Than the Great Kingdom of Trees!"

Questions were always welcomed by the Elders, for it is belived that a question not asked ceases learning... and learning is Life, so continunce of learning is the glimering Key to Life.

This Fae would ask questions about this Tree Kingdom, regarding the Essences and their Record.
Of which the answers would follow:

"O! Young fayling, for a wonderous mind holds much Spirit!
Curious you are, that shows much learning in ye path!
Essences are the primary keys that open awareness to the Kingdom of Trees;
Allowing access to the energy signatures which help to remove all intellectual barriers.
A Tree canne choose its place of growth. It can only live and flourish by adjusting its form to harmonise with the surrounding natural conditions.
As Trees grow, mature, blossom and bear fruit, this amazement of the Great Mother shows that Trees exceed in success by maintaining the balance for hundreds to thousands of years.
The natural ability to remain balanced and flexible, to absorb and let go... naturally within the Will and just 'to be.'
Essences will vary by the properties of certain Trees, of which this information is contained with the Record of Essence.
This Record helps to name the properties of a particular Tree.
Recognising that the outward form reflects the inner energies - and that a symbolic link whether that be shapre or colour or habit, is a link, nonetheless. All of which create a resonance in a similar structure or pattern within the receiver of the harvest of such Essence."

As the information was absored with wide eyes and perked ears, this Fae could not help but to inquire further the whereabouts of this Record of Essence.

"Now young fayling, for to be told so simply would render your curiosity pointless;
Look around ye! All around the answers are right in front of you, Asadora!
For you are a True Fae, part of the Essence is within you, as it was fully within your Mother."

And so... as the words fall from the lips of this Fae, these memories shall never fade.
It is hoped that this lore will continue through Time, as the Trees do still stand.

As it was commonly pronouced in my native tongue:
Whol Usstan tlun l' aster dos lac

...I am the truth in which you seek...