March 10, 2011
O sing to me of summer and the days When beauty walked unwounded through the land Our fathers held in reverence, with praise To unknown gods they tilled with conscious hand. O teach me all the secrets of the earth, How flowers yield their fragrance to the sky, The wonderment and mystery of birth And life; why sadness comes and love must die. O sing to me of our lost harmony, How man creates and why he must destroy, Of beauty's touch and instants of ecstasy, Why sorrow tinges every face of joy. O teach me to find my soul that dwells within And know myself a being born of light, Freed from the past let my song begin Of love and oneness as our native right.
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