ASSIST THE QUEST

She, the giver
of the name,    
the reason why
so many came,
to seek her out
from far and wide,
to hear her words,
stand by her side.

Laughter echoed
through silent trees,
standing waiting
to catch the breeze
about to rise
from east to west,
coming together to
assist the quest.

The song began
it started slow,
the 1st verse sacred,
the old ones know
to just begin humming,
then wait for the crow.

Softly, so softly
a distant caaw,
echoed by a currawong,
accompanied by the roar
of a stormy ocean
in full song.

As she appeared
a silence fell
across the valley,
forest and dunes,
a glassy calmness
smoothed the sea.

Morganpoet