Born to run through the fields dancing and gazing up at the full moon,
lost in the reverie of ecstatic luminosity.
Eyes bright and ears alert.
Keepers of the magic of the moon.
Born of water, colonizers of land.
Those who dwell in both worlds.
Creatures of two elements – earth and water.
Creatures of change and transformation.
indicators of the health of our homeland,
breathing through porous skin that absorbs the essence of all that is around them.
Masters of time and space.
Those who travel vast distances over (seemingly) eons.
Travelers and nomads,
Discerning and seeing all
soaring proud over cricket filled meadows and dark woods.
Silent and deadly.
Keepers of balance.
Keepers of the twin gates of life and death
Drinking in the nectar of the night.
Making love to the luminous white flowers reflecting the beauty of the moon above.
Born from a dream of running with the deer, through darkness and forest deep.
The herd, community,
led by he who stands as the watcher in the wood.
You who are born of the Clan of the Stag people, you are my tribe.