Offerings to Luna

A tree
a life so many years gone by
history bound in each new
ring and every scar
I lay nestled in Her arms
I listen to all She has to say
She speaks to me through my
bare feet...my hands
She speaks to me on the
wind...and in the rain
telling me stories born long
before my time
Wisdom
as only Ancient Elders know
Truths
passed to me through
Nature's perfect lips
She cries
Her overwhelming grief
sap that clings to me...
to my soul
I wrap my arms around Her
offering the only solace
that I know
giving myself as the only gift
I have to give
a pitiful offering
to a goddess such as this
but of myself
it is all that I have to give