Don't get used to it

Yes took this before the snow goodbye green.

The Crone doth die her wisdom missed.
We await the rebirth when the earth is maiden kissed.
Within her lies the mother's love.
To nourish our souls from above.
We taste to the water it's sweetness doth flow.
And understand the life it can bestow.
We feel the warmth of wind against our skin.
With joy we gladly fill our lungs within.
We see the earth in all it's beauty.
To protect our home our solemn duty.
We smell fires ember as it burns swift.
We are mindful of it's warmth and are thankful for this gift.
We feel life in every inch of our being.
With love we embrace all within our seeing.
SO MOTE IT BE!!!