The Awakening…

Slowly

Silently

The Witches are curling

Awakening from their deep slumber

Not a leaf rustles

Not a branch shudders

Deep absolute silence

Can you feel the roots moving

Finding their home

Deep in the forest

Slow as a snail

Digging and drenching

Everything around

With their magic

The magic of the witches

In the forest of my dreams

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