With the flute playing softly
The valley enfolds silently
welcoming this old spirit
from another time
The smell of pine
in rememberance of then
Knowing every stone , every tree
Feeling the animals
and their hearts beat
as a drum in my memory
Living in peace
Feeling the woodlands
and plains
Just for a second
I was back again
Another place ,
another understanding
Nature was close
in ways I cannot describe
Wandering the mountainside
feeling life
smelling it
touching it
In the depth of my soul
We were not separate
the woodlands and me
We were one
Just as it should be
A beautiful journey in your woodlands Malaika.
Thank you for sharing
your magick with us.
(bear-hugs)