Big Harvest

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.