"Bye Bye Shadowlands   The term is over   And all the holidays have begun"   Now she walks in fresh fields   Her tracks are on the land   She is everywhere and noplace      Like a breath or like a wind   She moves among men   They would seek to hold her as a prize   But she is in the shadows,   The ocean and the sand   She is everywhere and noplace,   Her church not made with hands   Uncontained by man      She is in the head and heart   She is in the swing   She is in the seasons' stately slow procession   Across great seas she travels   Up through rising lands   She is everywhere and noplace   Her church not made with hands   Uncontained by man      Isn't that a pretty sun   Setting in a pretty sky ?   Will we stay and watch it darken ?   Let us stay and watch it darken   And together we will worship   The Goddess of the land,   Her blessed and sacred Earth;   Her Church not made with hands   Uncontained by man   This precious place   Unmade by man      (Lines in quotes from "The Last Battle" by CS Lewis)