Clouds shade the fields of eternal sunshine;
Grains of skepticism fall from pillars bending -
Once unwaivering.
Demeter, bring it now!
Bring up the thing that will bare
Fruit of happiness;
Fertilize the fields of my being
That I may reap the rewards-
Know my prayers have been heard.
Ceres, partner of earth, spring the waters
Of hope within me - again.
Travel the earth's paths to which
I have long prayed for; flower the seeds there.
Bring the fragrance to me that I may bask
Forever in it's warmth and delite
Though forever be only a day to you-
I, a whisper in the wind...
we are sisters, and together weep
when a harvest is lost to blight.
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