Earth

One night sitting under a tree.

Fear is lost to the night.

We search for Adonis in the North

and delight in the arrival of his maiden Ceres.

Bright stars shine as Rock Crystals

behind frozen midnight skies.

Under an Oak tree, the Barley still grows

and the scent of it's freshness mingles

with the Storax we burn in cauldrons created with care.

The Wind named Ophion, rides to us on the wings of Gabriel,

and softly touches our memories of lives past.

Here, within the circle of truth and love,

we celebrate the loss of fear.