Thunder rises from the very
center of the earth
Deep, the roar of its release in time and space
as if the very gods were warring once again
within themselves, yet in and of the outer world, too
Lightning slashes through
the dark and heavy clouds
opening the way for rain to soothe and thus imbue
this earth with living, growing life yet once again
and there, within the mists, a mighty oak is slashed in two
where, from the center of the acorn grew
the magic into man and beast alike
And so he stood upon the earth
imbued with all the magic of her being
sun breaking through the mists
of all untime...
? Michaelette ?
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