Oh point so sharp
And lead so fine
These words are
Written upon my vine
Our job of jobs, hard work be true
Our precious earth must be renew
For mother earth she cries, she cries for now
Her tears, they stream upon my brow
For nature knows best, a wise teacher be
Follow her lessons and learn her creed
Oh oak so strong, with wisdom be
Share nurturing stories from this tree.
Oh wheat of wheat, sustain and sway
Awaken spirits of this day
Seed of seeds, smile and sprout
Teaching hope so deep, it must burst out
For this moment, I do stride
With open heart, and written pride
Our lights shine so bright, so bright within
My word of words let us begin
010101, Rev. 6
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