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Posted: May 13 2018, 10:16 PM
Listen, friends, to this short tale:
A reminder of that which must be done,
And a hint to the types of nature you can find,
As the world cycles around the sun.
Autumn scurries, the season of transitions.
See the veil thin, the slumbering spirits awaken.
The world is balanced and neutral,
Except for those with fear of being lost or forsaken.
It’s the busy season; now, everyone pitch in.
Harvest the crops, rake in the fields of hay.
Fatten the livestock; soon it’ll be too cold.
Arrange your stores in a bright, colorful array.
Winter sleeps, the season of rest and dens.
Cold flies through the skies, whirling and white,
Descending upon the land with a torrent of snow,
And shorter days bring shadowy demons that bite.
Deep in their slumber, many are resting,
Absent are fire and flying, grass and bug.
It’s best to focus on craft and skill,
To stay inside, stay warm, and stay snug.
Spring blooms, the season of flowers, pink and yellow.
New buds furl open and the lighthearted dance.
Greenery emerges from every corner,
And fairies mischievously giggle and prance.
As snow melts away, so do the ghosts,
Retiring as days return to full length.
Plow your fields, sow your seeds, and wait patient,
With care, they’ll grow from the ground’s renewed strength.
Summer scorches, the season of heat and frenzy.
Sending forth many-legged swarms, unrelenting and fast.
Intense, fiery energy rising from earth
And beating down from sky, clear or overcast.
The last of the ice retreats to a distance,
Hiding above the world on mountaintops.
Now’s the time to forage, hunt, and gather,
To dive deep into oceans or climb high to treetops.
As summer fades and fall returns,
The year draws to a close, but not an end,
For this circle has neither start nor finish,
This beating heart on which we all depend.
And so the life giving cycle continues,
Blessed be the eternal land and sky,
Seasons flowing in rhythmic beats,
A constant, from before birth to long after we die.