as old as tree and
mountain stone
let Nature's face
glow within our
blood-red hearts
the blood first spilled
upon an autumn rock
and spattered on the
yellow leaves of Fall
we are their children and
will dance
within the glowing
groves
what god would dare to
take the Name?
not Perseph or Hest
Demeter or Saraswati
there is one
Nature
and I beneath the oak
embrace her
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