She gives life,
Her wind blowing breath into every cell
Her branches are a warm embrace
Her roots, stability
She is old as time and young as a seedling
Ancient and new
Wise
and unforgiving
For she is cruel as well as kind.
Her power shakes the very mountains she has built,
Crumbling summits and felling forests
Covering civilizations in smoke and ash,
Scorching beasts with flame and frost alike.
Uncharted and unexplorable
Her vast and hidden beauties intrigue,
Inspire
Driving men mad with longing for her.
Steady as the stars above,
Burning her fire for thousands of years
Yet fickle
Turning summer into storms.
Through plague and fire,
War and death,
After man’s maliciousness lays
Decomposing into fertility
The Mother will remain;
She who is Maiden, Mother, and Crone,
Dread Morrigan
And Goddess,
The great Mother will endure.
