From somewhere deeply in the forest, nature summons me.
Nothing stands in the opened path, and my spirit soars free.
Energy permeates my soul as the raindrops begin to fall.
A fire ignites within when hearing the lightning’s call.
The spirits call.
Conjuring up newfound strength, a war is engaged.
I battle all of the obstacles that have left me enraged.
Cleansed of bitter emotions, and guided by the wind,
I know that slowly, but surely, my spirit is on the mend.
The spirits call.
“Hear me,” I cry, lifting my arms into the air.
“Wash away my heartache, alleviate the despair.”
Then a rainbow’s seen, as if the spirits heard my plea.
A smile coming to my lips, I whisper softly, “Blessed be.”
The spirits call.
I’ve been heard.
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