Pink Tourmaline Bands

In a clearing lined with Pine and Aspen

Watching the wind blow thru the leaves

Hear the the secrets whispered by the forest

Let the Lupin quench your parched soul

Listen to the Red Winged Black Bird when he tells you to be yourself and speak from the heart

Pick Daisies and tell the Wild Roses all your deepest desires

Ask for permission from nature to learn and create

It shall be granted