You too must gather

See, you too must gather

Under the aspens golden glow

Seething, ripe with the end of summer

And you must follow the winding trail

Deep into the hollow

Where the deer pass quiet

And the moon rises full.

There is a humming on the hillside

And the mountains rise

Noble, like gods blooming from another time

When the earth would rumble and speak up the spells that became these mountains

When the bears and the fox

And the deer and the willows would speak

And tell each other stories

Around fires of old

To get them through the freezing times

To hold them over, until the gentle kiss of spring.

Come with me now

We have much to listen

The ground is whispering poetry

Through the soles of our feet

If you was slowly enough

You can learn to understand

Come

There is much to gather

Before the leaves fall to the forest floor

And enrich the soil with their dying breath.