spring is coming-
the earth awakes from her death-sleep,
melting away the frozen blanket over her body.
soft tears often fall-
tears for the lives lost, for the new lives given.
our mother, gaia, she wakes.
she welcomes in our new lives,
celebrates the spring, the birth of the sun.
welcome, new world, new life, new spring.
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.
Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.
Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
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