THE HARVEST
We meet Demeter, mother of Kore, and Goddess of the Harvest
Ripe grain rise golden
Sun on my body
Golden my hair
Resplendent
The bounty I share
Sweet bloom
Bright meadow
Dances my daughter
Never a care
Forever
With flowers in her hair
A field of poppies and of wheat
My feet All dressed in scarlet petals kiss the land
My hands
With sheaves of barley and of corn
Adorn the Earth in beauty wondrous to behold
And gold the harvest