As sun dips beneath horizon
And night grows cold n’ dark
Gather round the fire
And know that this shall pass
As the frost locks up the soil
And death comes to the plants
Gather round the fire
And eat and sing and dance
When it feels like stone has come
Deep in all men’s hearts
Take that flint inside you
And whack it till it sparks
Feed that little fire within
Nurture it till it starts
To spread and shine it’s light
With love, with joy, with art
Turn sorrow into soil
Transmute it and transform
For through darkness we must travel
To find ourselves reborn
Circus of Seeds 