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Plants and trees are focused in the Earth
Conserving their energy inside
We sit indoors, by the glow of the hearth
And we listen to hear our guide

Steps that rustle through autumn's leaves
The sun setting early in the day
We hear the sound as the Earth Mother grieves
In our havens we genuflect to pray

While waiting for the new son to be born
We too plant our seeds in the dark
We share a sup from the drinking horn
And wait for the flight of the lark

For there will come the appointed time
When the sun will ride high in the sky
Creativity will reach the peak of it's prime
Thoughts will have concrete wings that fly

Many cycles, through many years
Is the sacrifice we all must face
'Till we merge as one, without any fears
And joyfully become one race .......