Upon the Harvest Moon
Broken of control
Silence, oh my soul
Look, the winds of change have begun
Canvas fading gray
Spirit, lead the way
Harvest moon, catch the golden sun
Reap what you have sown
Many years has grown
Yield of such new life, I rejoice!
Golden fields elate
Upon the moon, I wait
Yes, the waiting heart shall rejoice
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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