Traveller, my Daughter
You will sow the seeds of hope; you will sow the seeds of life.
You will sow the seeds of faith; you will sow the seeds of love.
You will sow the seeds of courage; you will sow the seeds of knowledge.
You will call the rain; you will call the rays.
You will sing the songs that will dance the rays.
You will guard them up with your mighty strength.
You will watch the growth of the ones you care the most.
You will reap wisdom; you will reap candour.
You will reap colours never seen before.
You will raise flowers the Earth never witnessed before.
You will be a mother to those never born before.
You, my daughter. You will raise the forest, the green songs of hope.
You, my daughter, are beyond the wisdom of the old; you are taller than the trees you raise; you are vast as the Vision you cherish.
You, my daughter, you are chosen to save.
Traveller, my Son
Gear up; gather up the strength.
Summon up your courage, for you will be the leader.
Saddle up your horses for the Vision carved on the tablets.
Round up the sons and daughters of the forest, for they have birthed the Vision.
You, my son. You have a journey ahead. A journey not sanctioned by the old ways. A journey not fathomed by the old ones.
You, my son. Your courage and strength will be tested beyond your grace. Take heart. Rise up when all others fall, for the Vision has acquired them all.
You, my son, cherish the loved ones trusted under your care, for no amount of courage, no amount of valour can measure the heart of a tested man.
You, my son, become the journey itself.
Traveller, you, the old soul.
You the wise one, you the kind one.
You the ancient, you the young one.
You have been here; you have seen us before.
Your infinite wisdom, your infinite patience is needed here.
My sons and daughters are on their quest.
They search for a place beyond the limits of the heart.
They search for a place beyond the nature of the mind.
They search for a pure desert to start fresh.
You see, they are a different breed, a rare breed—the pure breed, with the vision in their hearts of a city beyond our reach.
I am of the old; I am the proud.
I am the weak, and I am touched by greed.
You traveller, you the old soul, you lead my sons, lead my daughters, for they will build the city for mankind to start fresh.