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