Wicca is to share in nature's mirth.
Wicca is to be in awe of the sunset or rise.
Wicca is the brilliant color in the night skies.
Wicca is the forest in the light of a glowing moon.
Wicca is a meadow enchanted by the birds cheerful tune.
Wicca is the morning dew on the petals of a flower.
Wicca is a cool, refreshing springtime rain shower.
Wicca is the caress of a summer breeze upon your skin.
Wicca is the harmony we all feel within.
Wicca is the warmth of the hot sun on your face.
Wicca is when nature you do embrace.
Wicca is the fall of colorful autumn leaves to the ground.
Wicca is beautiful and so very profound.
Wicca is the softness of a winter's snow under your feet.
Wicca is the fresh clean air that tastes so sweet.
Wicca is the birds and other creatures of the wild.
Wicca is being humble, giving and mild.
Wicca is being in the presence of the Mother Nature's earth.
Wicca is understanding every beings worth.



Chelsea































I love this. I would applaud now, but I have to save my applause for when the contest is over. Definitely an excellent poem, though, and possibly trophy-worthy. We'll see. Blessings, In Frith (that means "in peace"), Sigrun 






Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.




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