Harvest
By: James Aitchison
Forests rustle,
we are among
the living,
listening to light
drip from the moon.
No shadows
darken our world.
No earthly struggles
hold us back.
We harvest
our eternal minds,
because everything is
balanced within us.
By: James Aitchison
Forests rustle,
we are among
the living,
listening to light
drip from the moon.
No shadows
darken our world.
No earthly struggles
hold us back.
We harvest
our eternal minds,
because everything is
balanced within us.