The harvest moon
reflects a golden glow
upon our fields and vinyards
engaging every creature
beneath its watch
a spark to the soul
compassion a key
fireworks that sing and burn bright
a point of light
renews and reforms
all manner of plight
lofty and lowly minds gather insight
a new kind of seeing
is engendered to fight
the waves of indifference
and return them to the
crown of existence

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