Circle
The forest awaited, with its evening sigh
the woods awakened in its sun-dripped dews,
the larks and whippoorwills sing the song
the Ancient's fore-told:
Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is yet to come
Yet, all are born to communion
Mother-Earth breathes through her earthen sheathe
granite and magma 'neath cools and heats
the seas and tides, season's slip one at a time
icy and fiery across Olden Moon...
Eclipsed, yet all are born to communion
Two souls walk the road where the forest awaits
with its evening sigh, and the woods awakening
in its sun-dripped dews
the lovers slept 'neath Olden Moon
to hear the larks and whippoorwills come rise
singing the song the Ancients foretold:
Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is yet to come
Yet, all that is born is born to love
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