Witch in love

The stream that flows
the wind that blows
the whispering leaves
the earth without grieves

I stand silently still
and hear the birds sing
their love call filled with adoration
for the mother goddess

and in the grass
that so silently grows
the young woman runs
and the old woman enjoys

at the mighty blue sky
the sun is spreading his warmth
and the god that we praise
smiles with endless happiness

under the old oak
that every witch adores
are a boy and girl sitting
just looking at each other

and however it ain't night
stars shine in their eyes
and with their lips sealed in a kiss
I end this

(Please react at this, cause I wan't to use one of my poems at a competition and I can't choose!)