Poem for the Wilds
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When one lies down within a grassy hill,
Verdant expanses appear far and wide
When one sits near an ancient tree,
It's branches filled of life and beauty

Those are times of renewal

One will find that Wild feeling,
One will ponder in that calm
Both will grow and change,
Shinning in harmony with their surroundings

Those are times of discovery

As the end of day tolls,
when an eastern wind blows
Stand tall upon the peak of the Wilds,
Ever lasting from the sea to the mountain

Those are times of perceverance


Forever in Service of Her Wilds
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Druidess Volandra Faris, Breeze of Nature


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Fas, in the year 527 AD.