Banyan Thorns - Knock Upon The Hollow

Knock upon the hollow tree, Wake the dryads, walk with me. Lay your palm on elder bark, Ask the forest guard the dark. Braid the nettle, braid the yew, Tie the path so none pursue. Scatter ash where shadows bend, So no spirit marks your end. Every omen, every sign, Threaded through the roots of time. Every whisper in the leaves, The soil weaves in memory Cross the threshold, speak no name, Leave a coin where waters meet, Don’t drink from the moonlit fern, Whistle past the graveyard stones, And you’ll never find your home. Leave an apple where roots divide, For the ones who walk beside. Tuck a feather in the stream, To keep the dreamer in the dream. A candle lit in hollow oak, Keeps the pact in silence spoke. Break a branch of sacred pine, And the forest takes your spine. Every omen, every sign, Threaded through the roots of time. Every whisper in the leaves, The soil weaves in memory Knock… knock… hollow tree, Dryad, wake and walk with me. Root and river, stone and flame, Carry me and keep my name. The spiral hums, the moss recalls, Every footstep, every fall. The mycelium sings below, A thousand voices, soft and slow. Every omen, every sign, Threaded through the roots of time. Every whisper in the leaves, The soil weaves in memory Knock… knock… hollow tree… Wake… wake… and walk with me. Root and river, stone and flame, Carry me and keep my name. Wake... Walk...