Erda from Omphalos by Cesair

A pool reflects the passage of the morn.
Young women smile anew, now the children have been born
and on the fields appear their fathers fading in the sun.
It's time to live the dream, now the vision has begun.

Our lives we spend by running with the deer.
The Earth has given bessing, the time that we lived here.
The rhythm, which pulses, like waving of the rye
as heading for tomorrow is a message in the sky.

Ours are the meadows and forests of the land.
New colours and sounds weave a pattern where we stand,
of places untouched, a kingdom of our own
until the sun goes down and our time has outgrown.

Erda. Haimo.

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