Earth Spirit Poem by Stephanie Dower

She is woken by a gentle breath.
Ressurected from her wintry death.
Nestled now in the Guardian's crown.
She cries. Her tears fall down.
They land on the sleeping soil.
A memory of the dark turmoil.
The choking fires and smoldering air.
But now butterflies flutter in her hair.
Gaining strength she takes to the sky.
All will be fresh and green in her eye.
Rain falls from her flowing gown.
To soak the earth all bruised and brown.
She nurtures and brings forth the trees.
Soaring, breathing her healing breeze.
Spiraling that mountain, his domain.
She never wants to hear his name.
Trailing her green wherever she flies.
She will return with kind emerald eyes.
To wake the world and make it grow.
She will come with the melting snow.
To ride the thermals of the sky.
The sow her seeds that will not die.