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the wind sings
a song of ancients
the birds listen
to the murmer of the Earth
learning its harmony
piecing its melody
holding its Magic
encircled by the oaks
canopied by the mistletoe
the grass whispers
under the scent of the fire
breathing its dancing
inhaling its percussion
exhaling its Song
the sky mourns
tears of the lost ones
the Earth weeps
for the missing pieces to herself
longing for her children
wishing for their warmth
dispairing for their Loss.
By Channon Lang
copyright 1998