Harvest
Red apple, golden grain
The Gods provide once a year
The Harvest.
We toil and sweat
To bring in the best of
The Harvest.
Thrash and slice
Shuck and store
That Harvest.
Lest we forget, honor thy Gods
Thrice for that Harvest.
So set aside a day for your
Own Harvest
And thank the Gods for our bounty
Of all that is good
To sustain us 'til next year's
Harvest.
