Friend to the Farmer (another Freysgaldur)

Bright and bursting boar-riding prince
Friend to the farmer, his fields you bless
Arranging rain, or rallying sunbeams
You glory in green, growing things
and set the seasons in songs of waxing,
waning, willing wyrd's deep cycles.
Inside the orchard, you open your heart,
God of the Garden, greening the buds
Teeming the trees with vitality's bliss
and undress the apple's unfolding blossoms.
Sniffing and smelling, you smile aromas
while fairies frolic in the fields so gay
giving the gardens your gifts of welcome.
Rich you are, regal, Robin Hood!