Mabon © 2002 Rev. Raven Spirit The cool wind blows in the trees The God has fallen to his knees Love for the land Of kin and clan A sacrifice so strong and noble He has just secured our survival Fruit of the vine His gift in kind Is ripe and sweet Ready to eat The year doth wane As summer fades Orange, brown and yellow too These colors of the autumn skew. As the life from the earth begins to fade We are reminded of goals set on Yule day We have watched them grow Truth to know Now we harvest the fruit Of the seeds we've sown Are you happy with the things you've done? Or do you wish you could hide your head, and run The wheel teaches lessons vast But in the end, you plant your path Sown with joy, harmony, graces Or pain and strife, unhappy faces But now we celebrate And give thanks for the Lord and the Lady