Conception by Moonlight
The Forest Sings a holy choir of nature as I welcome you to my bed of leaves The Moon Maiden smiles as she gazes down upon us on this, her most sacred night Midwinter's Night our child shall be conceived in love in honor and in goodness Our Ancestors Dance we bring them hope of the future they know the song continues Written June 14th, 2001 © on Jun 14 2001 08:47 AM PST 0 • 13
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"The Forest Sings ..."