Out in the forest, where great willows bend,
There are souls who listen, with kind hearts that tend.
Healers who weave, with unique hands of light,
Binding the broken and restoring the night.
Empaths who feel things that words can not say,
Tuning to the whispers of night and of day,
Their hearts, like the rivers, flow free and blend,
Carrying the pain of others to mend.
Witches who dance in the moonlight’s soft glow,
Casting their magic where the cool wild winds blow,
They call to the Earth and the vast skies above,
Weaving soft spells born of wisdom and love.
In the depths of the woods, where shadows now play,
Animals speak in their own sacred way,
The deer, the fox, and the red owl’s wise eyes,
Each has a secret, a truth in disguise.
The elements they stir, both fiercely and free,
The fire’s warm touch and the deep-rooted tree,
The water, it flows with a rhythm untold,
Connecting to Earth’s strength, so timeless and bold.
Air whispers secrets that only the wise hear,
While lightning, it cracks with great power and fear.
The elementals dance in the moon’s bright light,
Guardians of nature, in the still of the night.
Together they weave, a fine web of grace,
Binding the world in a tender embrace.
Healers, empaths, witches, and kin,
In harmony, they call the circle within.
With animals, elements, and spirits so true,
They restore what’s been broken, to make the old new.
A sweet dance of love, of magic, and might,
A sacred bond balanced between dark and light.