White Sage

Of all the creatures that have crossed the page, my favourite of all is the White Sage Passing through time from magic sands, it was gifted her Story went through the lands From trails of snails and the twitter of birds, nature alone passed on the word Her beauty does shine and challenge the light, the twinkle of eye glows sapphire at night A gown flowing free of golden hue, and the cord at waist a rainbow of blues Her voice does soothe the furies of fate, her touch will heal an object of hate Dreaming stories to the four winds telling and teaching as time did begin Weaving tales that float in thin air, riding a griffin without any care Painting the streaks that tail the stars, leaving a map to treasure afar Shaping a horn of timeless life, the unicorn born did jump tonight At night if I sit statue still, I see a griffin crest the hill And watching as magic dazzles an age, I sit in awe of the White Sage