| So True, So Real This magic comes from long ago.
When the earth was but a glow.
When trees were rooted sound.
In forests not yet found.
Small were they with the power
That pleased sun, moon and flower.
Worshiping every petal and drop of dew.
Unthinking of me there is only you.
A nature of purity, of power indeed.
Not for the greedy to need.
Only an open mind can feel.
This power so true, so real. Tonya Owen | 
