Nature's Breath
At best you think us dissidents,
At worst you think us foes.
Stemming from your fear of magic,
Of what you do not know.
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To our lands and forests,
You think you have a claim.
Because we have a special gift,
From which we'll not refrain.
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But perhaps there is common ground,
In Albion, our home.
As we all are one with nature,
Its trails do we roam.
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You think our gifts are dangerous,
The practice of the sinned.
But can you fault a love of nature,
Of the touch of calming wind?
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To moors and fords and forests,
We respect the Mother Earth.
To which we return when we pass,
To She who gave us birth.
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From shining skies to thunderstorms,
To rivers on the ground.
Nature is our ruling mistress,
Not the one who wears the crown.
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We give praise to the golden sun,
And the silver moon.
From hardened bark to singing larks,
To flowers in the bloom.
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Magic is but part of us,
And nature is another.
So if we can reach understanding,
We could marvel, all as brothers.