We spend our whole livesblending into the background,afraid to be seen.Nature draws the veil;light shines upon our oneness,and a star is born.
Billowing tressesof cloud grandeur swirl Lunaas she slips away.
Spring wears her yellowbonnets into nature’s breezeof life’s renewal.
Skeletons beneathrock’s ancient historymight never be known.
Winter’s past longingsrise to the surface of daywhen the time arrives.
Wearing a gown ofpale pink satin layers shedances through the spring.
Who we are reflects in the things we do and say. We are the heart’s breath.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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