Just a random poem I wrote about my own faith, Paganism. It doesn't really explain much, but I think it's pretty. The rhythm messes up here and there, but if you "say" it right, it sounds good nonetheless.

She sits on a hill

Caressed by a breeze

With twigs in her hair

And dirt on her knees

She finished the dance of joy to the world

And now rests still

Listening to sunshine

And the grasshopper trill

The deities of summer

The nymphs of the wood

Played their pipes

As only they could

This step is done

But the dance never ends

It continues till her spirit flees

From her body and sends

It's being back to the earth

And it becomes earth again

So the dance is re-used

For all in the world's glen

There is poetry in the sky

And words in the earth

And those who are attuned to it

Can ascertain it's worth

It's faith in the sky

Faith in the ground

Faith that isn't taught

Faith that is found

There are no books

Nothing good forbidden

No sin to be feared

No values hidden

Everything goes

In this dance of faith

Every spirit is acknowledged

All energy and wraith

It is nature-worship, life-worship

Participation in the dance

No hidden poisons here

Just faith and chance

No loving hands to catch us

No omnipotent God

Just the knowledge that life goes on

However many think it odd

Nature is a mother

But a twin-edged sword

She lifts with one hand

But the other holds a cord

The cycle must go on

And sometimes we get hung

But the life-dance goes on

The pipers tune is sung

The life-energy that spans

From this universe on

Is the same to all

Every sunset every dawn