As the morning sun brings a blush
To the cheeks of the snow-capped mountains,
The farmer turns his now-fed horses
Out into the field and life goes on:
A simpler time, a simpler life,
To which we might aspire now:
A lonely life, but blessed in all
Its natural companions
and the calm and steady pace
Of all its necessary labors.
How might we help this time to pass
With similar components: to rise, to feed,
To work to bring good things to life
That nourish and sustain the world around us?
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