Seasons by Ahmose

Seasons, seasons

change with reason.

Faithful gardener, free of treason.

Held in benevolent arms of Pachamama,

tending daily to wells of mana.

Birds and bees, gentle creatures

nurtured by our holy teacher.

Walk thy path hand in hand,

trail of footsteps through thy sand.

Here and there, both are true.

Once forgotten, now is new.

Tread thy middle-path with no knowns,

so one may feel right at home.

Winter, spring, summer, fall.

Be thy witness to thy call.

Can you trust this divine plan?

As faith has it, one may stand.

Embrace thy cycles.

Fruits you'll bear.

Abundant gifts for those who share.

From thy earth we come and pern.

For one day we must return,

bringing with us just one thing.

Thy true essence of our being.