Tumbling over rocks in streams
Living a life or living in dreams?

Rolling down a grassy slope
Living in fear or living in hope?

Sitting under a wise oak tree
The meaning of life, do we see, do we see?

When the oceans roar and the tides they turn
For what do we yearn and what do we learn?

The stars in the sky, they burn and they die
And they never ever hear us cry.

But what of the moon and the power that she holds
And the magic she weaves from the stories of old?

Let it enter your life, this magic - its now.
The ways of the old, taste, feel the power.

The rocks and the trees; the streams and the land.
We're brothers and sisters - come take my hand.

Moonwillow 27th