From the ground below,
To the sky above.
Wind folled by rain,
The clouds part with the promise of a rainbow.
As sure as the sun rises it does set, as if it knows the moon is ready to embrace the night.
The stars come out to dance,
Beside the moon as there were met to.
Born from the trees and grass comes forth,
From the firtle soil seeds sprout and bring a bountiful harvest.
The earth does give unto wich we owe,
From the earth we are made and to the earth we shall return.
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Life, death, rebirth