Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,

And load of daily lifting breaks my back,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

Immersed in somber cycles that beset,

I strain to ascertain that higher track,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

 

It seems the chill of age, its frosty heft,

Does hound my soul while I resist the pack,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

I recall, through spate of years,

I leapt In nimble dance with nature, nothing lacked,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

 

I step into the night, look up, am swept

By beauty from the stars, soft breeze distracts,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

In Father God - Maternal Earth duet

I'm safe within His arms, to Her attached,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.