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