A poem about sharing with nature the best of ourselves, the most authentic part of us.

To touch a leaf upon a tree and watch it shiver with delight
and when the sun comes out to play to watch it swing and sway
To gaze at shades of verdant greens intoxicated by their light
anticipating hugs of warm from arms that want to go away
this druid girl has had enough of cloud filled skies and endless nights

To bow to nature like a Queen and serve it like a Regal King
and as each thought of poor old me releases gifts of sympathy
I will bestow on Mother Earth my mended piece of broken wing
Perceptive with psychometry and mendicant telepathy
this alchemist of touch and smell will tip the balance of I Ching

To seize that moment of arrest when all the stars of heaven's pyre
are plum content to glow and shine above a sky of April wine
To fall in love beyond the hour with tenderness and deep desire
to take what has been given sure and leave behind what isn't mine
this medium girl will walk the marsh and swim across the Mystic Mire