A poem about unity during this first autumn after the attack.

Harvesting will come late this year
Seeds feel steeped in sad regrets
Lost in the throes of a great tragedy
Autumn has come with discontent.

Seeds feel steeped in sad regrets
Fields of October lay still, resolved
Autumn has come with discontent
America's farmers join the cause.

Fields of October lay still, resolved
Cries ring out for an Americathon
America's farmers join the cause
Sing, pitch in, donate what you can.

Cries ring out for an Americathon
Your country needs your help and hands
Sing, pitch in, donate what you can
This new harvest is one of unity.

Your country needs your help and hands
Show the world, our nation is strong and proud
This new harvest is one of unity
God bless us all, we're a family again