Sit by the bright, bright fire,
Your eyes show all who look,
that you are tired,
You’re shivering with fear?
Know now that,
Naught pursues you here,
The dark forest where you felt alone,
Is to us a sacred grove,
The beasts that yowled and those that cried,
Announced to us that you’d arrived,
That clamor that the wild things made,
Was a welcome to you that they gave,
Freely enter the stone circle if you like,
None are barred except by choice,
Of judgement we will extend none,
Druids offer only love.