With no ravenous winds grasping Autumn's leaves,
Blanketing over lands,
Comfort lay with ease.
Willows whistle wisp and sway.
Shaping sound of summers day.
Choirs play the earthen vessel,
Strings of heart chime latent revels.
Aerials weep glorious slays,
Victory rings in every way.
Assemblies greet, grant and gather.
Lifting praise through idol chatter.
Temple doors and broken ladders,
Burning fire draws and scatters.
Centers shift and fittings tremble,
Creaking links tow solid matter.
The heavy weightless pierces round.
Turning spirals drill the ground.
Pressure rises, crystal forms,
Strands of light reflect the storm.
Thunderous roars and lightening rattles,
Silent night,
In open battle.
Quiet are the shrieking claws,
Soaring winds to gather stars.
Lo, the deepening ruts of cattle,
Churn the field for sowing bards.
In the soil, men of means.
Boasting toil flinging seeds.
Roots spread, far and wide.
Effortless spoils under mine.
And so to the barer gives up his day to nightly skives.
As light returns with morning rise,
The risen graces thanks to give.
Remember this, your daily bread.
For when we break, we bless the head.
Blanketing over lands,
Comfort lay with ease.
Willows whistle wisp and sway.
Shaping sound of summers day.
Choirs play the earthen vessel,
Strings of heart chime latent revels.
Aerials weep glorious slays,
Victory rings in every way.
Assemblies greet, grant and gather.
Lifting praise through idol chatter.
Temple doors and broken ladders,
Burning fire draws and scatters.
Centers shift and fittings tremble,
Creaking links tow solid matter.
The heavy weightless pierces round.
Turning spirals drill the ground.
Pressure rises, crystal forms,
Strands of light reflect the storm.
Thunderous roars and lightening rattles,
Silent night,
In open battle.
Quiet are the shrieking claws,
Soaring winds to gather stars.
Lo, the deepening ruts of cattle,
Churn the field for sowing bards.
In the soil, men of means.
Boasting toil flinging seeds.
Roots spread, far and wide.
Effortless spoils under mine.
And so to the barer gives up his day to nightly skives.
As light returns with morning rise,
The risen graces thanks to give.
Remember this, your daily bread.
For when we break, we bless the head.