Summer Solstice

As the Sun goes down,
we'll pass the crown,
now the Holly king takes the throne.

The Oak king yields,
he's sown our fields,
and duty done departs to nurse his wounds.

Now with luck our wheat will grow,
and in our hives the honey flow,
so rejoice and make merry as harvest's soon to come.
Solstice blessings to y'all.