It does not wake with the sun Half a day behind the world Out of sync The exit from the cave is painful to the eyes Blinding Approaching the border to relieve the early risers Protecting the land from the enemy As darkness falls, sounds of the invading forces Approach Schemes and plots attempt to penetrate They are slain with ease The journey home is peaceful as the others are asleep Only the Moon for company The Night Air Invigorating As the fields gather dew, exhaustion comes forth Entering the cave just before the light touches the sky The cycle…
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We gather in the wooded place Familiar faces from long ago Family We are reverent, but not solemn This is a joyful time Celebrate the life of the matriarch Remember the traditions she created Surrounded by a cathedral of trees Lowered into the Earth by volunteers Wrapped in only a shroud Nature will embrace her Miniature trees are planted to mark the space The cycle is complete