Held in times of old,
Where the winds blow,
A soul gives birth
to lores long forgotten,
Rejoice in its truth
for all the elements are revered,
Each in its own blessing,
Reach beyond time
where mortal understanding
has no meaning,
But a promise held
reveals its own treasures,
Wisdom forever remembered
in tales
sung by songs held in tribute
to those
which hold magic
in its truest form,
Never for the sake of fame and fortune,
Only for the silence
of its truth.

