Earth of Earth
Page of Pentacles &
Death XIII
Earth of Earth
from the ashes she grows.
This golden child
glimmers and glows.
Earth to earth
as must all candles burn,
Their golden selves
to Mother Earth return.
~~~
Earth of Earth
from the ashes she grows.
This golden child
glimmers and glows.
Earth to earth
as must all candles burn,
Their golden selves
to Mother Earth return.
~~~
In my hands I’ve
something golden.
Something precious.
I am beholden.
I hold it close
Yet not too tight,
So something precious
might take flight.