Green Man

Spring won't come, the need of strife

To struggle to be freed from hard ground

The evening mists that creep and crawl

Will drench in the dew and so drown



I'm the green man

The green man



Sol in prime sweet summertime

Cast shadows of doubt on my face

A midday sun, its caustic hues

Refracting within the still lake



Autumn in her flaming dress

Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves

My mistress of the frigid night

I worship pray to on my knees



Winter's breath of filthy snow

Befrosted paths to the unknown

Have my lips turned true purple

Life is coming to an end

So says me, me wiccan friend

Nature coming full circle



I'm the green man

The green man


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