The Stone Circle by Jacqueline Nash

The Stone Circle

A warm, gentle breeze blows through the trees, rustling their leaves
as small fluffy clouds chase one another across the pale blue sky,
passing high above the majestic circle of grey stones,
that stand silent and bold, as the whispering wind passes them by.

Weathered and gnarled by the changing seasons of time immemorial,
they stand proud, like stone sentinels guarding their secrets of old,
having witnessed past rituals and ceremonies performed
by druids, magicians, witches and mystics, whose tales will never to be told.

Ancient stones release a form of energy absorbed from the earth they say,
and sites are connected by mysterious ley lines that run straight.
Stone circles are magical places filled with tranquillity,
places of untold beauty, places to aid healing and places to contemplate.

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