Nature's bounty sustain lives
lives grow and hold her dear
society gleefully grows, survives
the planet turns to a biosphere.
Primitives per chance sowed some seeds
golden harvest sustained all
balance of their fruitful deeds
offered to Lord at heart's love- call
Harvest festivals glow every year
Greeks have ‘Haloa', Egyptians- ‘Min'.
Some sects make it silently, others enjoy fanfare.
Thanksgiving Day brings joyful scene..
Thanks Lord for, giving us breath
and an urge to glow in life,
let us never fear the death,
and live each life free from strife.
1st. April,2017.
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