Speak with me of warmth,
                      Of greenery and blossoms rich, fullblown,
                          And take me among them to remember,
                             This earth and all within it grown.

                                 The power of a storm, majestic,
                                    Awaits on the outskirts of my mind,
                                       And all about me tries to break  the spel
                                        This earth enchanting, round me wind.

                                           Show me the sea, an awesome tide,
                                            The smell of salt and seaweed keen,
                                            And blow the wind, so wild and free,
                                            Where secrets still remain unseen.

                                            For other realms within earth dwell,
                                           Where dewdrops glow as jewels bright,
                                          A place of faerie, etheric realm,
                                        Lives deep within, and out of sight.

                                  So come my dear, and walk with me,
                             Your towers of reason leave behind,
                         Let oneness flow, with faerie bond,
                    Abandon thought, and bend your mind.

© Chrissy Hardman