Ayni

I go to greet the Morning Star

Behind the clouds, it seems so far

Risen nonetheless

The clouds are blessed

And bring the rains

The rains nourish the soil

While the composts begin to boil

Whispering of flowering fields

And heavy edible yields

For Pachamama's Children

Who need to remember Ayni

Ayni means to give and take

Under one Sun we all bake

We all rise and we all fall

Rebirth and Recycle is the law

We do not cease to Be

We are all the same Energy

Today for you

Tomorrow for me

This is the way of Ayni