As I tread the path that was never trod, the secrets of Mother Gaia are revealed.

As I walk softly under the graceful arms of the trees, the fingers of Gaia weave together with the fabric of the night to shroud all within its grasp under deepest shadow.

The moss underfoot springs back up, not even a rustle made its silence masked by the sweet whisperings of Mother Earth as She sings her soft lullaby, pouring through the gaps in the trees to put the world to sleep and gently restore the life of her children.

The singing continues, carrying through the mossy forestland, guiding me forward to my secret destination, my clothes billow around me, an artificial attempt at the shroud of the night.

As I continue, she draws me on, sings me to reawakening, shrouds my passage with the tenderness that only nature knows.

I go, she sings until emerging I see my school, Her home... Inis Mona.