Items so rare, wilt thou please care

I use facebook quite often to record my poems, but this time I thought I present to a larger possible audience.

While walking back from a inspirational jaunt up the common with my dad, I began to hear the words mingle in my mind. I started off with the first to lines and began to expand, this is what I came up with:

I carry no club, stained with the blood
Of the innocent protests,
Rather, Mine is a wand of wisdom,
It breaths like the trees,
It sees like the leaves,
It's roots are in blysical rays!

My stone does not judge,
For it knows far too much,
To protect is the will of it's aim.

The crystals I bare,
Only seen by the fair
Few who know my true name,
In reading these words,
Understand the right verse,
For the Will of a duck is the Power of luck.

(I quite like to reference a song with my poetry to try and get a musical feeling alongside its verse. After writing the poem I looked to Damh the Bard to see If I could find anything I felt was akin to my poem, I believe these lines give a similar feeling)

Song of Awen by Damh the Bard

"Hear me in the laughter of the stream,
Power of nature, power of the trees.

It is you who are broken,
You are part of me,
Some of you have awoken,
But others might never be free.

There is no seperation,
So dance, sing and be free."

Blysical tidings unto you all!