Imagine the trees pining over their leaves, Released, fallen, lost forever.
Crunching to dust under trampling feet, grieving the loss of their mother.
Time doesn’t wait for the weather to change, moving steadily forward not back.
Flowing in Faith, leaving nothing to chance, lighting spirals to life in the black.
Supportive, unshackled, the shadowless gold, Shifting shapes from newborn to old.
Celebrating expansion, Feeling the storms weathered bravely by souls in their forms.
Praise untold witches, silently chanting, unheard by the masses, unseen.
Unlimited Freedom their mantra, their prayer, beating hearts for the leaves and their trees.