Thy name is Terra,
but I shall call thee Fred.

Fred, sipper of malt
cackler of long tales and turtle eggs

Loose the voice that knows the true name
of God & Goddess

so that we might sleep
beneath a kinder star

Fred, my friend, my always-friend
becoming thee
allow the world to know
the cool waters
still running clear
and the kindness of a mountain in summer.

Thy name is Terra,
but I do call thee, Fred.

My brother,
my sister,
my father, My mother my everything
oh Terra, be mine
still
and peaceful
when the moon is born
again.