Night in the Wild
In the arms of the mountain I lay down my head
In the heart if the Goddess I make up my bed.
The wind in the branches, the stream in the field,
The birds in the air, quiet, rest as day yields.
This balance of forces, of earth, wind, and air,
This land that is sanctum to doe, stag, and bear,
Away from the hustle and bustle of day,
Forever my soul and my heart long to stay.
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