Midsummer motions
soothe my soul:
The gentle winds caress the corn,
The lazy river greets the morn
Majestic, in control
And yet so peaceful, soft and slow.
In nature's grace let us abide;
The human race pre-occupied
With death to death shall go
As secrets of the wind and rain
Unfold: sweet fields warmed in sun
To fearless beauty: we are one,
Consumed by love and pain.
