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In sacred groves, beneath the moon's soft glow,
A pagan princess dances, spirit free.
A crown of oak leaves gracing her fair brow,
Cloaked in the wisdom of the ancient tree.
Her laughter mingles with the rustling breeze,
Her heart in rhythm with the planet's spin.
In every bloom and bird, her spirit sees
The vibrant life that pulses from within.
With love, she graces every starlit night,
Her soul an echo of the universe,
In Mother Earth, she finds her purest light,
Her story told in every whispered verse.
From forest glade to lofty mountain crest,
She loves, she lives, she's nature manifest.