Beneath the midnight moon,
Full and heavy in the dark sky,
I lay in the dewy grass,
Enchanted by the starry night.
An owl calls out,
Its voice eerie in the dark,
A haunting cry echoing sadly.
Damp skin chilly in the cool air,
Toes curled into dewy grass,
Palms flat against the cool earth,
I breathe in the night,
Drenched in the silver moonlight.
Beneath the midnight moon,
I become one with the earth,
Its vibrations controlling my heart,
Its breath in my lungs;
I am one with the earth,
A mother to us all.
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