Far from the roaring crowds and choking cities,
As the sun sinks slowly down the mountain,
Darkness gathers in her womb, long luminous shadows
dance lively about the August brilliant full moon.
Giggles of the butterflies, laughter of the eagles, roar
of the bears, shouts of the roadrunners, echo everywhere.
The corn standing tall, bulging, bursting, blowing gently
in the warm night breeze. We hear the whispered cry
of the corn say, "It is time, please."
All butterflies, eagles, bears, and roadrunners gather
from near and afar, to take part to harvest, to share
with great care.
The clans have been reunited
And the corn has been reborn.