He Who Dwells In The Forest, and walks among the trees,

Whose presence is felt in the deep woods, and in the rustling of the leaves,

Bud, flower, stem and leaf are at your beck and call,

Hoof and horn, feather and wing, you rule over them all.

She Who Inhabits The Moon, and illuminates the night,

Whose magic is reflected upon the earth by the power of lunar light,

Hidden wisdom you reveal to those with ears to hear,

Waning dark and waxing full on those who would draw near.

Be with us now, O Nameless Ones,

And keep us in your sight,

Teach us your ways and keep us close,

In forest and moonlight.