Through the forest and the meadow
At the rounding of the moon
As the rustle of the trees
Joins the singing of the stream
When the earth swings round with purpose
Bringing notice of a change
Then the quiet face of darkness
Turns about to see the light
With the murmur of the pebbles
Set to chiming on the beach
Clinking one against the other
From the steady sweep of tide
All the forest and the meadow
And the stream which joins the sea
Know this set decree of nature
Turns them all toward the light
As the year runs down the measure
Of its time-allotted passage
Now again is brought the promise
Of all things once more partaking
In the lightness and the brightness
With the coming of the solstice
When the earth makes trade with darkness
And returns toward the light
—Lynetta & Per
