I am a witch, child of the green,
My soul entwined with nature’s sheen.
The forest whispers its ancient creed,
To tend the earth is my only need.
With mortar and pestle, I grind and mix,
Herbs and roots, a potent fix.
For healing wounds or blessing a home,
My magic springs from nature’s loam.
I call upon the power of trees,
Their bark and leaves upon the breeze.
To the moon I chant on hallowed ground,
As the cycle of life spins its round.
The owl hoots its wise refrain,
Guiding me on this pagan plain.
I am one with the primal dance,
Embracing life’s eternal trance.
The elements bow to my command,
As I weave my spells across the land.
Fire, water, earth and air,
Heed my voice, for I am their heir.
I am a witch, keeper of the old ways,
Living in tune with nature’s days.
With reverence I tread the wild path,
Honoring Gaia’s ancient wrath.
