Our woodlands have shared a similar hillside.
Together we have seen many seasons turn to the next.
We will surely see many more turn the same.

May our growing together always bear the sweetest fruit of peace
and love.
May the seeds of those fruits be scattered
on every ***** of our mountain,
and whisked by the river to distant meadows.
May we as family watch them sprout and bud,
and may the future forests be scented by their flowers,
falling in the autumn and swept to the sea.