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Cool, smooth ivory skin emerges

As hazy fabric falls away, allowing the pale figue

To caress the forest floor with iridescent blaze

Stepping lightly through brush and tangled briars

Fondling fern and frond

Branding spruce and cedar with her smoldering gaze

Silent she sweeps from pine-needled paths

To elliptical pebbles of the ice-river shore

And her toes dangle in swirls of current

She glows at the thought of creatures deep in slumber

Curled warm about one another in deep burrows

Hidden dens, frosted fields

She owns the very land- protects, nourishes, treasures it all

Her children dance in ecstasy at her anticipated arrival

And tonight she shall kiss thier palms

Brandishing her body, naked, round and proud

She appears, her dress twinkling with the light

Of distant stars

And she smiles

"I am Lady Moon," she rustles, "here to grace the dark with light."

And her children press their palms towards the sky

In eternal, passionate praise