Grass is shorn, the field made clean,
Blade laid down, its duty seen.
Sweat to soil, breath to sky,
Work is done, the task passed by.

Now two weeks of stillness come,
Hearth is tended, spirit one.
Hands that toiled shall now be free,
To drink of peace, like leaf on tree.

Odin guard my mindful hours,
Freyja bless with gentle powers,
Thor keep storms and strife away,
While I in quiet strength shall stay.

I give thanks to land and breath,
To life, to toil, to hard-earned rest.
So let it be, the spell is cast—
My body heals, my spirit lasts.