Blade Maidens: What Fools These Mortals Be – 21

“We plant her seeds, to honor what came before.
We tend her roots, which bind the earth below.
We praise her flowers, which carry her beauty.
We harvest her fruit, which fills our table.
We drink her wine, so that we may know her joy.
We sing her glory, when frost quiets her voice.
We stoke the hearth, to live and love as she would.
We plant her seeds, to honor what is yet to come.”

– A common Gyvenian prayer