The Witch

New morning's sun lights up the dew
Out of the mist a figure comes through
Foraging for leaves and wild flowers
Is how she likes to spend these hours

With gentle smile she deeply inhales
The fresh day's scent tells of new tales
Of what has passed and season's end
And of which herbs she needs to tend

But what is different's often feared
Ways others live considered weird
Peaceful actions frequently smeared
Love for all life rarely revered

Her humble home has all she needs
Shelves full of herbs and jars of seeds
Books written in her grandmothers hand
Her ancestors have long known this land

Over the fire a cauldron boils
She sniffs and adds essential oils
A new remedy to alleve
People who come and don't believe

That what is different should be feared
Ways others live are just too weird
Their peaceful actions must be smeared
Their love for all life disappeared

The witch is loved by no-one
And yet she still loves them all

But men with holy books have planned
Her life of service cannot stand
Her healing must face reprimand
Peaceful beliefs must not expand

All though the years the people came
To ask her for help when ill or lame
For nothing in return she healed them all
Helping all of nature is her call

As the years pass her beauty fades
Sun toughens skin more every decade
Dressed for outdoors in hat and gown
Doesn't look the same as the people in town

But what is different's often feared
Ways others live considered weird
Peaceful actions frequently smeared
Love for all life rarely revered

Kindness is like a delicate flower
It needs protection from those in power
They seek to undermine what they can't control
Distrust of the other is their goal

And so the important men spread lies
They say she is the devil in disguise
Despite her help through all their years
People's minds are poisoned when they hear

That what is different should be feared
Ways others live are just too weird
And peaceful actions must be smeared
A love for all life disappeared

The witch is loved by no-one
And yet she still loves them all

The men with holy books demand
Her way of love must now be banned
Her herbs and plants ripped off the land
Her humble house crushed into sand

The witch is loved by no-one



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Tristram
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