from a time when the moon was waxing

and this waxing moon once more casts magic on this land of green -  and the people - Certainly changing their mood - The forces at work are alchemic and ancient..In our mind's perception we know not what the influences are - Reduced as people are to the material -  Conditioned as people are to the screens of the TV and of the computer - Forget not the tree and all those living things The cycle of the tides, the spinning of the earth, the movements of the moon - Today the sun shines not, the clouds they're thick and deep and shroud our island world - He woke early and at 4:30am he was heading to the other side of the island to the rising sun bay - pristine - untainted - nature - Waves forged into the cove and the sun rose from behind the horizon cloud and lit the tops of the tall trees which stood tall on the jutting headland - It was then that the sleeping birds awoke from there distant dreams - singing their angelic timeless tunes - Recent rains have quenched the forest - Nourishing!!