N'vye is a result of taking the word 'envy' and mixing the letters around.
This is also a vision of the mother goddess.
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�Hush, child, do not be afraid, the storm is watched by Her.�
�Where is She? I�m scared.�
�She is the strength in the oak, She is the weeping in the willow,
She is the beginning of the foliage, She is the sweetness of the
herb.�
�Tell me more about Her.�
�She lives in all the flowers, shrubs, and trees, She watches over
us and cares for us when we become lost in the dark forest of Her
lover. Let me tell you of a young one�s description of Her. He was
wandering through the forest when he became lost.
Her eyes fell upon me
with the intense colour
of White Oak leaves
after a calming rain storm.
She sauntered into the copse
with the diffusion of mist,
and filled my senses with
the scent of Alligator Juniper.
Rowan berries dropped lazily
from her succulent fingertips
to the moist, nurturing earth.
Lengths of Her Weeping Willow hair
twisted around me,
tempting me toward her
leaf soft embrace.
Her lips of tender saplings
brushed my worried brow.
�Who-who are you?� I whispered
and in her breath of Rosemary,
�N�vye.�
She replied like a zephyr through the trees.
�N�vye.�
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