You, Peter, are my friend and Lord of the Marsh.
  Michael is my love and Lord of Music.
Jim is my brother and Lord of the Mountains.
  Sheri is my sister and Lady of Friendship.
Sarie is my daughter and Lady of the Animals.
  Eve is my mother and Lady of Beginning.

It is you, who are building a bridge
  across the marshland, balanced
and generous, as you said you would.
  You build for everyone
to cross into the realm, where
  love abounds and peace fills
every heart.  You do not need
  this bridge you are building,
flying on gleaming turquoise wings.
   You say my wings are growing!
If that is true, it is partly 
  because of you.

It is also you, who rekindled,
  the world in me where we all are
lords and ladies, where the sea
  is my lady and the sky my lord,
the bag lady is my lady, the president
  my lord, a Siberian tiger is my lord,
and I am Annabelle, Lady of the Woodland Lake,
  who sees music and poetry in everything.