bare feet black earth midnight breathing through the pines seven shadows seven sisters seven faces turned toward fire silver moon upon the water wild thyme tangled in our hair oak and willow ash and elder Mother Earth is waiting there circle drawn cauldron singing rosemary and mountain rain embers rising sparks descending every daughter knows her name we are daughters of the earth root and river stone and flame no hand above us no chain upon us no one here to make us tame wicker baskets wicked whispers Wiccan women gathering round woven branches wild enchantments seven shadows on the ground mugwort wild lavender wildflowers beneath the moon iron kettle copper ladle stirring summer into June whisper blessings chant protection cast the sorrow to the wind what was taken what was broken let the healing now begin three times round the circle turning salt and smoke upon the ground earth beneath us sky above us hear our voices rising now we are daughters of the earth root and river stone and flame no hand above us no chain upon us no one here to make us tame mother standing in the firelight thunder sleeping in her eyes hands that cradle hands that harvest hands that hold the changing tides she can summon she can shelter she can bring the springtime rain she can nurture she can shatter she can make the mountains shake maiden dancing mother singing crone remembering every star every season every lifetime every woman who we are wicked Wiccan wicker woven wild and wonderfully free we are daughters of the earth root and river stone and flame no hand above us no chain upon us no one here to make us tame we are daughters of the earth wild and gentle wise and free we are daughters we are mothers we are everything we need ashes cooling morning breaking golden sunlight through the trees seven sisters leave the circle carry magic on the breeze no crown needed no permission no one telling us to kneel we are daughters of the earth and the earth knows what is real
