Incantation
The way mother nature smiles
leaves us happy through the miles
that we must walk
before the talk leaves us
bleary, our minds weary
A softly spoken prayer
and the light upon the hill
means we're almost there
Our souls rejoicing still
voices promise us peace
fear will cease
before the darkness
blinds our eyes
the air fills with sighs
We dance beneath the moon
to an elfin tune
Coming home once more
Quick - open the door!
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