With the passage of life,
We find the marriage to the soil,
Whether the Earth the wife,
Or the reception for our toil.
With the light and forces,
Of nature’s unrelenting land,
We carry the chorus,
To lift us by the hand.
It is for a moment,
That the might and grace depart,
But like a sonnet,
Is returned from when’st it start.
And the love we know,
And world we have,
Gives us strength to grow,
And look appreciatively back.
As respect in solace,
And remembering the grace,
Helps keep the promise,
And the sanctity in our place.