Channeled poetry

The secret places in the forests feel the whisper

Far away from human contact, the stirring begins

The places celebrate the sunrise!

They speak wordlessly

With all the vibration of their being

Nature trembles with delight,

Though it knows not that word

It is their inherent nature,

The very fabric of their connection to Source.

Awaken and arise!

The Light Bringer comes!

And with him, the first dawn of a new millenia.

The transformation begins.

The stars are singing, can you hear them?