Hello, old friend

Welcome back, Brother Sun. It is good to see you again. Sister Moon, it is so lovely that you greet us again. We have missed you both. Spring will blossom under your tutelage. The lilacs are ready to open its fraqrance on the fields again. Bees seem aimless because no flower can open up to your rich goodness. The fields here at Eastern Point can breathe once again as the weeds have been thrashed about and await the consuming fire. Come, Brother Sun, stay away. Sister Moon, cast your mystical glow on the nocturnes.