Chances are the stars have come and gone
Dragons of lore have seen their days
but what we have left are the stories
Stories and buildings standing so high
Rock and stone tree and pebble
only the ones who live truly know
Only those who know truly live
who will seek the star
and find from what I seek in the truth above
Goddess of life, fertility, and summer
As you pass and winter takes its cold grasp
I ask that you guide those who are broken
Broken in bone and in mind to shelter food and warmth
For the forests are cold, the mountains even colder
But the cities of the world where man seeks only the death of nature
That is what the world sees now, so go out and make the world meek
Seek the pastures of green and flowers of may, for summer's time will soon come in only in name.
