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earthen
with guttural throat calls, the magic begins
deep in my soul, I am stirred
turning in the aether my being unfurled
tree guardians lay witness
Mother Earth is awakened
she will never sleep again
the drumming continues and the spirits rise
this is a sacred ceremony not meant for the faint
feign not understanding
some are aware, some are not
an ancient language summons the blood of the innocent
it pours from her womb
conjured from the dirt
each testifies to the truth
listening intently nature lays witness
the bowels of the earth will tolerate no more injustice
her children dance in the shade of the guardians
their mother is aware of the urgency
it is no small thing they dance
summoning the old ones they wait
terrifying and terrible holding much wisdom
the winds carry the drummer's chants to the heavens
more souls gather to lay, witness,
the earth travails in labor of a new era
a ceremonial hearth is set
the earth's children
breastfeeding infants no longer
they are men and women of the universe
responsible for their aged mother's health
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