In your gowns of white.
shining through the gossamer clouds.
You are a memory of pure and ancient innocence.
We stand at your feet in awe.
Giving you our adoration and worship.
Yet, these things you do not demand or even desire.
You are a great and radiant Goddess.
Looking only for love and companions.
Calling for those who would stand at your forest walls and proclaim the glory of Mother Nature to a world that has forgotten.
We are your willing and eager servants.
We are your Druids here to speak of the magic and mysteries contained within this land.
We are your daughters and sons who have heard your whispers.
Hail to the black stones.
Hail to the howling winds.
Hail to the oak and the pines.
Hail to the waters so sweet.
