Old Pine Woman

With your eyes of misting meadows

As the night comes on

With your hair and empty nest

At the close of the season

With your cheeks of winter twilight

The colors of day fading away

Who am I to not stand in awe?

 

With your sorrows reaching deep

Drinking from the soil

With your peals of pearly laughter

Shining with the sun

With your peaks and valleys

That were forged by time

Who am I to not honor you?

 

Old pine woman

Old pine woman

Of the north

 

With a kiss for every step taken

And a bite that can tear

With your web that stretches

And a silk that's hard to break

You've given birth to some that stay

And to others who've taken off in the wind

Who am I to not fear you some?

 

Old pine woman

Old pine woman

Of the north

 

With your stories of existence

Your surrender to the land

It is you who guides my truth

Something greater than my own plan

When society clamors

Too much knowledge to even bear

I will call you my Great Mother

I will call you my Great Mother

 

Old pine woman

Old pine woman

Of the north