Hard to Believe

Step in and feel the unchanged wind The creatures that know the value of the land Without a thought The earth gifts in sweetness and relentless dream She both kills and revives insomuch making clean Those who can bend to her will Find sweetness abundant still Enchanting as a siren We could not protect her But simply bow to her Magick and live within it, grace We grow in harmony with the other A fearsome force in the arms of a mother.