A witches tale

A Witches tale.

Can you hear, the voices of the trees as the leaves whisper in the wind,  the gentle caress of the land as you feel the soft earth beneath your feet, as the evening breeze runs it’s fingers through your hair, and the moon softly kisses your face as she bathes you in her warm silvery light?

Can you see, in the darkness shadows of creatures whose names have been forgotten and the gods who named them, in the times long ago that you glimpse in dreams and visions, as the wine so red that flows as the blood through my veins on nights when the moon is at her full glory.

Can you taste, the juice filled berries that fill your mouth with a sweet liquid that makes you smile with delight, the fruit that hangs from the trees as gifts from the earth and the flowers so bitter with secrets to unlock, that make the potions that heal body, mind and soul.

Can you smell, the incenses that burn as the smoke dances up in the air, as the oils that anoint as they gently rubbed in to sooth and heal, blossoms and roots as they bubble away hoping to take someone’s pain away.

Can you feel, the heat from the fires lit on every full moon since the dawn of time as your heart begins to race; the breath of air that shines with all the colours of the rainbow, as the cool river flows from within, anointing the secret earth that trembles beneath your feet?