Verse by: Mother Rayne
“In the calmness of the quiet of the afternoon…
Just inside the warm and inviting glow of the two oil lanterns perched high upon a mighty oak tree branch... Straightaway from our cabin so cozy and warm A small brook of cold, crystal mountain water swished by Sounding off with churning and splashing... Over small pebbles an fallen tree limbs The life-saving liquid rolls And as such, reminding the village patrons Of safety, sustinence and of sanctuary That of which, this endless forest solitude lays upon us Resting the veils of it's promised protection Truly like a grandmothers blessing! I ponder why other's become frightened... Of this 'made-up' succlusion and invisible prison For those humans this I say... It is better to be alone and safe, Than to be congested and cluttered which means only death!
The Nova Klan 