Pagan Eulogy Poem by Clive Culverhouse

[He/She as appropriate]

Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned

(The Deceased) though lives always in us

She is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
She is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
She is the melody of the singing bird
The notes that flutter down
She is the rustling leaves that can be heard
The greening of the ground

All that was
that nature gave
became our love, our life, our friend

All that was
that nature gave
through us need never end

(The deceased) , we return nature's gift
with the privilege such a gift was given