Mystic Earth Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Mystic earth restores the sacred traveller
Mountains where wolves play with sojourners
Seeds deep with wisdom grow their life

Humble villages where trees laugh
Festive mushrooms, leaves of healing
Shamans of the ancient forest

Evil men know nothing of timeless medicine
Fruit from Eden replenishes pilgrims
The meek know the garden is a door way

Tonight crickets sing, pines listen with joy
Cedars are like great owls of time
Rivers flow with sweet peace

Your never alone, they are wondrous friends
Elves are not fairy tales, wake up!
Clover grows to magnify the green spirit

Fire flies play like shooting stars
Drink from a waterfall of wood gnomes
The cry of the loon haunts a magic night

Summer flowers sing such fine melodies
Hear the wind bring the voice of comfort
Rain on the daffodils blesses the oaks

Moonlight on yellow geraniums gather love
Rainbow fall will soon dance for the great King
All are invited to the harvest of beauty

She wears jewelry made of dappled sun light
Golden waves like the sea flowing in the universe
Opal, Topaz, diamonds forged from tribal ghosts

Beryl and onyx sigh with queens of ancient bliss
Eagle feathers lift the spirit into turquoise blue
Open the gates of the gifted Sequoias, giants

Dawn is a meeting of many noble angels
Look at Jupiter serenade the lovers moon
Stars smile for the hearts of searchers

The earth is a grand mystic friend