I see the leaves of time
The buds of Spring
Birth of a new life
The start of a new ring
The healthy green leaves of Summer
The start of life
Young and prime
Another ring of time
The Crone is beautiful
She is nourished with wisdom.
She has lived her life
She is ready for her venture
Golden leaves of the fall
Golden years gone by
The cycle of life
Years of rings washed by the tide
The sea of life
The ocean's tide
Rotates the rings
The moon keeps time
The final ring just went by
Withered leaves in the golden years
Rolled away with the ocean's tide
The underworld awaits her
When her time comes to an end
Graciously, she will be accepted
Into the new world, A world of mist
Into the Gray
Walking the line,
Between the two worlds,
She now holds the keys
The Triple Goddess
Her wealth of wisdom
When my time comes
I will place my hand in hers
I will walk with the Crone
She will lead me on
Toward a new world
That I may walk the gray line
The cycle complete
Arizona Flame
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