Chantress
Diviner of dragons
Who feels wyverns move through earth
Weave deeply of the dream spring vision
Rich hymns to Gaia, mother primordial
Sing in sacred grove circled
Drawing power from the ancient
First born of earth
Holly and oak
The deep scented firs
Sing the sighing of wind through the trees
Long grass blowing free
The tumble and burble of streams
Grateful for sun
Hopeful for rain
Sing life like the hawk soaring free









hello dearest Joe this is so beautiful I can envision this woman and atmosphere 💕
Life is the growing, moving in the unseen, the mystical is the real