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Beltane s Dance Amidst ancient stones and whispering trees, Beltane awakens with a wild breeze. The veil between worlds grows thin and frail, As flames leap high, and stories set sail. In the Heart of May, we gather 'round, Where dew-kissed meadows and green hills abound. The May Queen dances with grace untold, Her gown spun from moonlight and marigold. Bonfires blaze, their tongues licking the sky, A sacred union of earth and fire, oh so high. We leap through the flames, our spirits alight, Chasing dreams and desires on this enchanted night. Cattle graze, their eyes reflecting the sun, Blessed by Beltane s touch, their journey begun. Yellow blooms adorn every door and gate, Guardians against darkness, love, and fate. Holy wells whisper secrets, cool and clear, Their waters a balm for hearts that hold fear. And as dawn breaks, dew-kissed and new, We rise with the sun, our souls renewed., animal, animal focus, bird, closed mouth, flower, from side, grass, long hair, looking up, looking to the side, outdoors, plant, red eyes, tree, white hair