Pagan Poetry of the Light

In the forest’s depths, where the trees reach high,
And the sunlight filters through the canopy’s eye,
There, in the clearing, where the earth meets sky,
The ancient pagan gods come alive.

But this is not a tale of darkness and despair,
Nor of sacrifice and blood that we fear.
This is a story of light and hope,
Of reverence for nature, and all it bestows.

The breeze that whispers through the leaves,
Carries with it secrets of ancient beliefs,
Of the cycles of life, death, and rebirth,
And the harmony that exists between the earth.

The fire that crackles, and dances bright,
Illuminates the darkness of the night,
And reminds us of the warmth of the sun,
That sustains all life, till its journey is done.

The earth beneath our feet, soft and kind,
Is the mother that nurtures all living things,
And reminds us of the fragility of life,
And the importance of cherishing every moment in time.

So let us embrace the pagan ways of old,
Of reverence for nature, and the stories it holds,
And may the light of the pagan gods,
Guide us on our journey, till our souls find repose.