Celebrations

To the eternal in the valley

we hope to go someday,

it’s heaven in the meadow

and why we’re bailing hay.

We water the pasture

or pray for rain,

to see growing grasses

on the open plain,

and in the Spring-time we smile

as there is growth everywhere,

and come the harvest is Summer

as we reap golden straw.

We celebrate our time

with a rest in the sun

and dance to the music

as our life whirls around

there is time to celebrate

as abundance surrounds.