In the height of summer you burn like fire of creation. Bringing the rains and harvest with you.

In the depths of winter you freeze like touch of death. Like when you set your face against the nation. Like shaft we crumbled.

At the first light of the new moon, you're like the first damp of the spring rain. Bringing renewal and rebirth

An on your day, you will remember us.

You're everything your people love and everything they fear.

You are that I am.

Don't forget us.