In the explosive demands of Spring, with purpose rising
Like the riotous songs and vibrant hues of fresh life
Is Maiden's heart in this reflected moon's light baptizing?

In fields 'midst Summer's heat, blistering the flesh like a hot knife
Like the soothing whispers delivered by evening's moonlit caress
Is Mother's care a balm to soothe days of hardship and strife?

In the frigid touch of Autumn's ending, icy fingers depress
Like the fireside tales ripe with gifts easing the dark time's grip
Is Crone's wisdom lighting the winding path towards progress?

The ceaseless seasons bring joy and strife, lubricating fellowship
The Triune Lady's silvered-gaze observes the dance, energizing
Through each turn and dip, natural rhythm inspires a lively trip.