Grass.
Wide leaves that fall,
As my shadow expands.
The sun falls behind the clouds.
Blades of heaven tickle my toes,
And the sweet feeling of serenity overcomes me.
Mother Lleis smiling at me through the present that is my grove.
Both sweet and cruel.
But when it comes to the cycle of life,
Mother knows.
Oh, mother knows.

Trees leaves change color - the cycle of life following through to
death,
As legacies are both created and defeated
In the leaves and life of the forest.
Some make their home-
Others go to fight,
Some go to be unknown-
In the tall trees of the forest.
Yeah, in the tall trees of the forest that we call home.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Haernos, in the year 252 MA.