Labor and Radiance

The sun stands still; time holds its breath.
Fields bow beneath the weight of gold.
The body remembers the cost of light.
Raise your head—you were made to toil and shine.

The Hay Moon teaches that strength is not silent.
It hums in the scythe, it sings in sweat.
Every blister is a seal of effort.
Glory lies not in ease, but in endurance.

What have you built that will last the heat?
Do your roots reach water? Does your word hold weight?
Stand firm beneath the burning sky.
Let this season test your shape.

Feast beneath the longest day.
Share bread with those who work beside you.
Pour out cold drink upon the earth and speak your vow.
Honor labor—not with silence, but with song.