[Verse 1]
She weighs every word before it leaves her tongue,
Holds both sides of the scale since she was young,
Her mind runs deep but quieter than most,
The thoughts she keeps are the ones she treasures close,
She built a world where every voice is heard,
And wrote the truth in spaces between the words

[PreChorus]
But the tally of what she gave and what remained
Has been shifting like the daylight, rearranged

[Chorus]
Jo, every vision that you carried in the crowd,
Every time you turned the volume down when you were loud,
The harvest that you planted still belongs to you,
Jo, the equinox is turning and it's all come true

[Verse 2]
She stood at the front of rooms with fire to spend,
Took on the hardest work and drove it to its end,
A quiet rebel in a decorated role,
Running the whole show with a proudly beating soul,
Where others played it safe she carved a bolder line,
And left her mark in places they could not define

[PreChorus]
Now the day and dark are level, even, clean,
The fullest yield is finally to be seen

[Chorus]
Jo, every doorway that you opened without praise,
Every unorthodox and brilliant blazing phase,
The table that you set was always meant for you,
Jo, the equinox is turning and you're overdue

[Verse 3]
She learned that home is something built, not given whole,
Rebuilt the ground beneath her from a deep, ached soul,
Reframed the rooms where early storms had left their mark,
And lit the hallway with the art she'd kept in dark,
Her friendships are her anthem, her community her crown,
She rises loudest when she finally settles down

[PreChorus]
Now the year has turned its balance to the long, clear days,
And everything she tended comes to meet her gaze

[Chorus]
Jo, every blueprint that you drafted and refined,
Every generous and fierce and diplomatic mind,
The orchard that you grew was always bearing through,
Jo, the equinox has landed and it bloomed for you

[Bridge]
She used to leave the choicest fruit for everyone beside her,
Kept the core, the bruised, the leftover to define her,
Now the weighing's done, the ledger finally reads her name,
She steps into the fullness she deserves to claim

[Outro]
Jo, this is the season you were always working toward,
Every careful, courageous, hard-won chord,
The harvest answers to nobody else but you