The Fruits Of The Season
 by Teri Sharp
A long time ago, before into this life I was born,
My ancestors went out into the fields to gather corn.
When they returned, there was much joy, for good reason -
The whole tribe partook of a feast of the fruits of the season.
Like them, I give thanks for this summer, sunny and hot;
The gods have blessed me, I want for naught.
The flowers have bloomed, the grass is lush and green;
I give thanks for the beautiful vistas I have seen.
The meadow grass moves like the waves of the sea;
In the whisper of the cornstalks, the Goddess speaks to me.
Baby birds have left their nests, and have learned to fly;
The waters run deep and clean, the trees grow full and high.
There is beauty all around, for those who wish to see,
The world teems with life - my world is as it should be.
The days are getting shorter, soon autumn will be here;
As a child of the Goddess, I look forward to change without fear.
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