She Remembers

She Remembers

The earth, she remembers.

The core of our souls is of her heart of molten stone, deep inside, from where once we came we one day shall return. We temporarily reside in a body of flesh and bone and a variety of coloured skins, but once we've passed the beauty of the earth we see, we shall become.

The earth, she remembers.

And when our souls return to her, we'll wander, like the little faeries of the woods, we'll play. We will be the wind and tree's, the sea and stone. We will be the night and day. A being neither living nor gone after. Here we stay for we are spend our temporary lives, and every thing we do in our temporary life, she remembers.

The earth, she remembers

-Druid MoonCat

A Pagan Poem