Lynn Watts
Tucson, AZ, USA
20 Oct 2004

In forest glade by streams at home
Spirits of air and water roam.
By wind through trees, by waterfalls,
Goddess of Life – to me she calls.

I shall go and see her there.
Sounds of cascades on the air.
Sometimes gentle, soft and mild;
Often is she fast and wild.

Here we speak in words unheard
Through water, wind and rising bird.
Grey-blue she soars and tells my soul
Today I, too, can be made whole.

Fire of sun and earth beneath,
Air and water – these four bequeath
The strength of all the Spirits fair.
I, too, can own it, if I dare.