In the realm where spirits roam,

A shaman walks, her heart a home.

With wisdom deep, and spirit strong,

She journeys through, where worlds belong.

Amidst the mist, where dreams unfold,

The mighty blue heron, wise and bold,

Guides her through the shadows’ guise,

Leading her to truths that lie.

Their souls entwined, in perfect dance,

The shaman and the heron, in a trance.

Through ancient lands, they gracefully glide,

Connected to the universe, side by side.

The heron soars, with wings of grace,

Symbolizing dreams, taking flight in space.

The shaman listens, her senses keen,

To messages whispered, yet unseen.

Together they roam, in mystical flight,

Through realms of darkness, and realms of light.

For the shaman learns, from the heron’s sight,

To heal, to guide, to bring forth light.

In their sacred union, they find the way,

To heal the wounded, in night and day.

For the shaman’s heart, beats as one,

With the spirit of the heron, beneath the sun.

In the realm where spirits roam,

The shaman and the heron find their home.

With wisdom deep, and spirit strong,

They light the path, where worlds belong.