I laid on the hill that lies ‘neath the sky,
with eyes tightly closed I open my mind.
It was there I was shown the reason why;
with my eyes closed I was no longer blind.
I drifted above... and felt I could fly,
the feeling of freedom like no other kind.
‘Twas there on that hill, that my life had changed.
I later found out it was all prearranged.
When I was a child I was given a gift...
and now I am learning it over again.
I have the power to morph and shape shift.
I can fall with the stars and mimic the rain.
I can fly like a bird with feathers that lift
or dress like a peacock or I can be plain.
My secret is this, I fold into myself.
I can be real or a mythical elf.
I pledge with my power that I will do good
by changing the seasons and cleaning the air.
I’ll feed the poor that are misunderstood
and I’ll be the angel that is always there.
I’ll hide in the background cloaked in a hood,
waiting to answer a small child’s prayer.
I am the creator of every new birth,
I’m the shape shifter, my name’s Mother Earth.
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and much love~ Desire~*~
