Come sit beneath these shivering leaves
among the dandelion seeds
Kneel in the grass, bow your head
before the altar of peeling bark
made from half formed figures
drawn by ancient priestesses
Listen to the trees moan in the wind
as they whisper their secrets to
the earth and sky
At the root of the altar,
lay an offering of a single
fading petal for beauty,
a rock worn smooth for strength
and an eagle's feather for wonder
Come sit beneath these shivering leaves
among the dandelion seeds
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