Calming waters bring to mind
The changing seasons
Time to move
Time to harvest
Time to move
Time to rest
Replacing vowels and consonants
With singing melodies
To the future generations
As it were
Move to time
Harvest to move
Move to Time
Rest to Move
I painted with the birch tree
Sapling branches
Leaving memories and names
Of the way the world shifts
Between our feet
Time to move
Time to harvest
Time to move
Time to rest
Reaching down to cover the earth
With your body
Laying down prayers and whispers
Of ancient spells
For the tomorrow people
Will not have forgotten
our names
Beautifully penned, Liyona! 💖
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