Spirit of Nature

In the mists
Cold and wet
I move the trees to rest my head
Touch the soil
Breast to breast

Wind blows across my face
Standing still
Standing Still
Not moving from this sacred place

I feel the waters all around me
Washing over me
Running through me
They cleanse my soul
Remove my fears
Icy becomes warm
So many tears

Behold your fire
Glowing bright
Restore my visions this misty night

Ask for nothing
Expect nothing more
Servant of Gaia
Champion of truth

Spirits protect me
Guide me well