Gratitude makes sense of our past,
Brings Peace for today,
Creates vision’s for tomorrow.
Harvest your wishes,
Harvest your dreams,
Gather in stardust,
Reap the Moon’s beams
All things are possible.
This I sing
But love the Earth first,
She feeds your hunger and quenches your thirst.
Life’s never ending of Autumn.
I sing Yes,
Winter cometh,
But comes then the Spring
I sing of the season’s,
Mother Earth’s
great wheel,
Attune to the rhythm to harvest and heal.
s.stanley