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         It is clear that you are a child of Mother Nature, blessed in divine creative beauty.
You have no need of shining buckles and glinting baubles to adorn you, you have no need of chemical beauty. You are free like particles of scent on the wind flitting from bough to bough on the ancient gnarled oak, unfettered by roots.
         If you venture away from the great oak, Old Father Time, a cloud of honey scent and sugared petals will bring you safely home again, riding high on a caring breeze.
You are held fast in the embrace of the woodland realm, adored by eyes glinting secretly from hollow trunks and root trips, admired for your ethereal beauty.
         They wonder how it is that you supped from the serpentine pools of spirit water, that eternal elixir, that shines from you like beams escaping from a backlit cloud.You shimmer with the joy that is born within you and sing out "Throw me to the sun and watch me fall like stars. I am warmth, I am life, I am hope."