Oh willow hear my words
Feel the soft spoken whispers calling thee
Tis only a wish I seek and nothing more
Naught of the magick within the wand
But of nature of that which thou art
Hear me oh willow
I shalt not weep as thou dost so for me
Take my wish to thy roots and harbor it
Hold it to the earth for judgement
The decision that thou dost make
Will be looked kindly upon
As that is thy wish
Grant to me as you see fit
To the smell of sweetgrass I go
Burn with me
We burn together
To dreams of wishes fulfilled ~ Maggie ~ September 9, 2008 @ 7:10 p.m. EST
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