I sense the ground beneath my feet.
Warm sunlight bathes my bones.
A kiss of wind strokes my cheek,
As gentle chatter fuels my brain.
I gaze from these horizons wide,
On this my appointed land.
To toil for gain I must abide.
A harvest fresh so to gain.
And when she comes, the chosen one.
A band of gold for all to see.
We are bound by laws infinite,
Until death us parting does decree.
Fresh ground above me lies,
And in my passing time will wane.
Until renewed we come once more,
To purge all faults and start again.