spiritmadeofstars

Hush, please, I'm desperate to hear the weather forecast. Will the skies ever clear? When shall I plant the seeds and bury myself in the earth among my fellow weeds? Will the harvest hurt? Hush, dear, we can buy a flowerpot. You can keep me near, on the window, my favorite spot. And there I'll watch the weather change, safe from cold, safe from rain. There I'll hush you again and again, so I can eavesdrop on the latest news from my trusted humming birds.

she walks the land with head held high nothing at all to worry about spring has finally come again she has been patiently waiting for may she learned the witchcraft and now it's time to perform the spell she's been reading about on morning may fifth she lays naked in the grass the spring sun will burn the ghosts of her past chorus: like flowers I bloom take my rightful place I sing with the moon shadows paint my face the sweet spring rain will become my gown come what may, come what may I accept my crown she dances at night with her shadow friends they praise a new goddess and bless her hands she has the power to make things right she is the one they've been singing about our little spring goddess was born from song one she has been singing all year long now she has the power to help you see what was is lost, but oh, what could be oh, what could be bridge: such endless power hides in you too oh, my sweet child, if you only knew now it's your turn to patiently wait that sweet