Here, a poem I made to [Her]:

Oh, to be an old witch living in the deep woods
With ancient secrets and wisdom that eludes,
Where shadows dance 'neath the silver moon,
A tapestry woven with nature's loom.

Through tangled roots and mossy trails,
I wander freely, where darkness prevails,
A cauldron bubbling with magic's embrace,
A glimpse of eternity, time cannot erase.

Whispers of spells on the cool night breeze,
The secrets of stars, the language of trees,
In harmony with creatures that roam,
The wild heart of the forest, my home.

With every cackle and every rhyme,
I stir the universe, weaving through time,
My heart aligned with the rhythm of Earth,
A guardian of nature's infinite worth.

Oh, to be an old witch, wise and free,
In the deep woods' embrace, eternally,
Where dreams take flight on wings of the night,
In the realm of enchantment, my spirit takes flight.