Drink of the golden light; the earth is crowned anew.
Blossoms rise like prayers from soil.
The bees know the secrets of life.
Offer thanks with your breath, your hands, your joy.

The Mead Moon calls forth the sacred marriage of sky and seed.
Honey is not sweet without labor.
In this fullness, remember the cost of blooming.
Life is abundance earned.

Tend to what feeds you—people, work, spirit.
Gather but do not hoard.
Share your strength as the hive does.
Be sweetness without weakness.

Gather beneath the old tree with kindred hearts.
Share the cup. Drink deeply, laugh freely.
Mead is memory sweetened and strength reborn.
Let no one leave your hearth without a flame inside.