One of Earth’s
Oldest magicks 
Are wise women
Who sprout
     like weeds
Throughout
     generations.

Churches and powers
Can try to control and
     exterminate them 
     thru radical means.

Yet even disconnected
From Ancestral Knowledge,
These women
     will sprout
       and grow
         into the
           Collective
             Wisdom

To tend, nourish, heal,
And start spreading…

Rhizomes ready,
     Seeds scattered
       Everywhere.

Blown by the wind
Savored by soil
We find our way
To Mother Earth
And Know.