Cast out by society for their traditions,
Scared of what they do not know.

The woman cover their faces under red cloaks,
Dancing bare foot in the cold earth.
Under the dark nights sky, a full moon floats,
Accompanied by the sparkling stars.

Chanting together to their Mother Earth,
For good health, and a prosperous season.
Thanking mother for all of her gifts.

Author's Note:

Word Prompt

I never watched the "Dead Poets Society", someone is going to have to catch me up on that movie. Maybe I'll watch it this weekend? I couldn't do the challenge prompt like I normally do, but hopefully it's still a good representation of the word prompt.