Litha

uploaded: Sat, Aug 17, 2024 @ 1:21 AM last modified: Sun, Aug 18, 2024 @ 8:37 PM (replace)

by	coruscate
length	3:11
BPM	85.991
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Sorry for the oddball BPM, it’s to a Free beat from Temper Music that I can’t share here due to the license.

You can listen to the original track here.

ah yeah it’s summer time time for trips to the pool
and rocket popsicles get the suntan lotion let’s stay cool

Midsummer fires, we spark the pyre, the sun at its highest, never tired,
Wheels turn, the season burns, in midair, the firebird yearns.
Celebrate solstice, power unbridled, ancient rites, so vital, recited,
Acrosss the earth, nature’s length the energy’s tenth Festival of strength

Flowers crown the glowing heads, whisper secrets, the old books said,
Oak, ash, and holly, stand boldly, guard the spirit, purely, mostly.
Herbs picked at dawn, magic drawn, under sunbeams, the shadows are gone,
Jump the flame, speak the name, of nature’s game it’s never tame.

Gather ‘round, the stone circles, mysteries like ancient articles,
Sunrise to sunset, can’t forget, how the LIGHT and life are met.
Feasts laid on the banquet wide, stories told with pride, inside,
Summer’s kiss, we can’t dismiss, as the earth spins in sunlit bliss.

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Hearts unite, under sunlight, midsummer’s dreams they take flight,
Woven threads of red and gold, tales of the ancient, boldly told.
Stone to stone, the energy flows, where it stops, nobody knows,
Echoes of laughter, from floor to rafter, lingering up there long after.
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Litha stands at summer’s gate, where day defeats the night’s debate,
Ancient lore, the sun we adore, its peak of power we can’t ignore.
Balance tipped in favor of light, longest day into shortest night,
The earths tilts in a full swivel, the solstice secrets are not so trivial.

Neopagan paths reclaim the rites, connecting dots of nature’s plights,
Druids gather, blessings mutter, over land that bread and butter.
Stonehenge aligns, the cosmic signs, where past and present intertwine,
Sun’s journey, marked in stone, over centuries, the seeds have grown.

Candles glow, intentions set, healing herbs in sachets met,
Elder, lavender on the breeze, harmony seeks to please.
This fest, it’s more than rest, it’s a test of nature’s zest,
Harvest hopes in minds composed, as the wheel of the year opposed.