As the cries start to penetrate still air, this day we celebrate.
The wait now ends.
From four corners smoke plums into reddened sky.
In the face of latern light, my destiny flies.
This day so halowed, from here to forever its will I will follow.
Tonight will come to life.
Deadened branches sirred by whispers in the wind.
Fall children fill the streets at dusk, at last, it all will begin.