by Andrew Besbekos

The field’s evergreen
Blessed fruits grow tree by tree
Blissful and graceful

Our drive is true peace
Each bite brings eternity
Serenity true

The divinity
The relics of trinity
Pity thy lost soul

Thy fruit is too few
Not everyone can partake
The fruit of the realm

Calm your peace of mind
Wind of the evergreen sleeps
Deep past dimension

We are the future
To partake in heavens fruit
Fruit of the realm of light

Don’t be forsaken
Taken are those of the dark
But bathed of true light

Never forget this
You will be forever blessed
With your bite of fruit