Prayer to the God and Goddess at the Apple Harvest

The apples which fall like the rain which they drank,
like the cider that will pour out when their slurry is pressed,
would not have been possible without the Goddess, Queen of Bees and Flowers.
And none of this would have been possible without the God, King of Seeds and Trees.
When I drink the cider that is the blood of life of the apples from which it is pressed out,
it is the gift of the Goddess and the God that I drink:
their gift, poured out.