When I look upon a flower.
It's not the flower that I see.
But the face of a Goddess
Looking back at me.
When I walk by the river
Where the wild otters bathe
You may see a reed a rustling
But me, I see a fairy smile
When we walk those woods together
Theres a rustling in the trees
Look what do you see?
It's Herne playing hide and seek with me
Oh! it's great to be a Wiccan
Others only see a tree
I see a thing of beauty
Breathing, Living, Hurting just like me
You're never alone if you're Wiccan
I hope that one day you'll see
Why a lonely Witch is smiling
Smiling just like me
Blessed Be
Tony
Raven Phoenix
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