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MoRe PaGeS CoMiNG SooN!!!
Woodland Guardians

Under the moon
Beneath the Ash
Gone past too soon,
Quick as a dash.

A flightly thing,
Of earth and air,
Found often in spring,
Complexion fair

Flowers abound
We plant with joy
Herbs all around
Magick is our toy.

Through trees we flit
To glades of peace
The pond we lit
Celebration without cease.

Light without fire
Serenity is all
Ritual does not tire
No wax to fall.

Life and death
Through love and hate
We endure,
Yggdrasil's fate.