They dream us witches
But our hearts are pure
Here in the bosom of the woods
We hear mother nature’s call
Listen closely she yearns to be free
Our hearts have heard her cry
We honor her wishes
We vow to protect her
You call a spell cast upon your soul
We call enchantment of peace and love
We have sworn an oath of guardianship
We ask, do you dare to do the same?
Frequently on my mind is the way we dampen poor mother nature’s soul with little care for her well-being. We fill her to the brim with piles of trash, lethal gases and fumes. If we each did our part to care for her with love and kindness and had gratitude for the home she provides us, it would also reflect in our love for ourselves and others around us and the world would overall be a much safer, happy, and loving place.