In the calm forest deep, where the wild things roam,
There’s magic in the air, a soft whispered poem.
With herbs and flowers, healthful tinctures unfold,
A bygone tale of healing, ancient and bold.
The witches create magic, with hands so fair,
Sublime essences of life, spun through the air.
Enchanting potions and oils, with scents divine,
Each sacred drop a secret, each blend a sign.
From the roots below, to the branches up high,
In the whisper of leaves, the kind spirits sigh.
Warm sunshine and shadows reflect on the dew,
Musical symphonies of life old and new.
Foraging the earth, the dear animals roam,
Guided by wisdom, they can all call it home.
The trees stand so tall, and their stories unfold,
Of peace, love and power, of magic untold.
In the rain’s cool embrace, Earth’s topsoil grows strong,
A slow dance of nature, a soft timeless song.
Health, joy, and happiness flow gently in tune,
As the spirit shines, like the full harvest moon.
Essences of young life, so pure, rapt, and bright,
With every new potion, the world feels just right.
In the flowers, the rain, the trees, and the sun,
We find our own power — we now thrive as one.