In the hallowed groves where wisdom flows,
Each voice a stream, each form a rose,
Stand guides of lore and life's decree,
Echoes of earth, air, root, and sea.

Aruna, of the waters deep,
In tides and pools her secrets keep.
Her form a river, fierce and kind,
Her waves impart to eager minds.

Silpos, the satyr, forest-born,
With viridian hue and twisted horn,
Laughs like thunder, fierce and free,
A guardian bold of bough and tree.

Young Nira, of the breezy heights,
Her spirit like the soaring kites,
With freckles bright and quickened pace,
The wind itself in a girl's embrace.

Nissyr, centaur, yet unformed,
By hoof and horn, in spirit warmed,
Astride the path from colt to steed,
In every step, the forest's seed.

And Syrtah, fae of leafy lace,
With wings as soft as dawn's embrace,
Made of vine and forest's spell,
A guide to realms where wild things dwell.

In Duiran's heart, they light the way,
In root, and leaf, and woodland sway.
The lessons taught, the bonds we share,
Are whispers breathed in the ancient air.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 25th of Lleian, in the year 7 AC.