|picture my own|
When the heavens appear as rainbows melting into the ocean blue and silver,
when the crashing waves flood through your soul and wash away all wrongful memories,
when the new moon dons the skies this darkest of dark nights,
celebrate the death of the old, the past, that which does not serve you,
and embrace the warmth and the love and the growth of the Aspen,
protecting your ancestors, shading your present and reaching to your higher self.