This is for the Dragons of Light; Rise up and brush the dust from your limbs. Rise up and shake the manacles from your wrists. Rise up and shed the chains from your wings. This is for the Spirits of Life; All who have lain dormant in the bowels of the Earth, hiding from forces …
When all the old grandmother trees have goneWho will hold the land’s memoriesWhen all the old grandmother trees have goneWho will remind us about the learned mistakes of the pastWhen all the old grandmother trees have goneWho will sustain the verdant web that binds us all to the EarthWhen all the old grandmother trees have …