Golden leaves and harvest cheer,
We gather close as frost draws near.
But whispers rise from warming seas;
A planet pleads beneath the trees.
So give with thanks, but tread with grace,
For future feasts, protect this place.
Golden leaves and harvest cheer,
We gather close as frost draws near.
But whispers rise from warming seas;
A planet pleads beneath the trees.
So give with thanks, but tread with grace,
For future feasts, protect this place.