Death Nesting - Hands of The Earth

Chamomile calms my weary head, lavender lifts the weight of dread. Mint in the water, warm and slow, a little peace the garden grows. Golden root for a steady flame, ginger for the blood and vein. Nettle sings where the fire burned, every leaf a lesson learned. Herbs and hands, the oldest way, healing light at the break of day. Not a cure from glass or steel, but the quiet touch that helps me heal. Honey soothes what time has torn, elderberry keeps the sickness worn. Willow bark for aching bones, thyme to guide the fever home. Herbs and hands, the oldest way, healing light at the break of day. Not a cure from glass or steel, but the quiet touch that helps me heal. Every breath is medicine, every step a chance again. The body knows, the spirit too, the earth gives back what we once knew. Hands of the earth, steady and kind, healing the body, healing the mind.