I have a harvest on this day,
I nearly traded my life for,
The hot summer months paid,
Some flourishes, the rest withers

I have a time on this day,
I do not always have time for,
In which the orange sun sets more often,
And I remember those things that matter.

I have a thought on this day,
I thought for the past year,
My work and sacrifice is complete,
My fruits are ready to pick.

These fruits are luscious and have memories,
Their juices have feelings and thoughts of there own,
We pick them, know them, bite them, eat them,
We have knowledge tearing down from our mouth.

Embrace all that the fruit has to offer,
When the sun is setting its vibrant crimson,
We will not always have time for this,
We count the minutes as they walk by closer to the end.

This gathering, this honoring, this is,
Everything we have built,
Our lives hang in the balance,
We have a harvest on this day.