The natural witch

She is the soul she is the spirit
Eternity was hers to hold
She plucks all my tender heartstrings
On her beauty I be sold
Genuine well documented
To endure her is for me
Life itself and breath beyond
It pervades all that I see

On the path through mossy magic
A spectre of the phantom kind
Just to be within that bubble
Really she just blows my mind
The natural witch is always with me
In the forest I can feel
Everything that she creates there
Everything for me is real

To say I love her is a statement
Meant to conjure all I see
She resembles every pattern
Every picture there could be
A parable of such reflection
Every shadow is her smile
She is my creative wisdom
Somewhere I can stay awhile

I would be her ghost forever
In her moistness I could see
All her true organic matter
Every plant form every tree
She is the nucleus of my being
The vital spark the artery
For my allotted span my wishes
Are to invigorate constantly

She is the luxuriance
The lushness my florescence
Like a nymph I am humbled by her
Pussy willow common sense
Lichen puffballs so much fragrance
What I see I breathe I feel
Every spell she ever thought of
Is within me and is real