====== In the beginning …. ======

  * The sun, the moon and the barren earth 
  * Huddled quiet, and were our birth
  * Sol, the hot and hungry parent
  * Beaming like  an angry tyrant
  * Lune the gentle, glowing sister
  * Speaking softly, in a whisper
  * Gaya, barren rocks and water
  * longing for a son and daughter.
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  * Sol, inflamed by mother Gaya
  * fast became a strange messiah
  * Scorching land and boiling sea
  * bought cloud and wind, as you can see.
  * These children of the heavenly pair,
  * greened the land and made it fare.
  * Plants and fish, the wolf and ox
  * Scattered cross the pools and rocks.
  * -
  * Then we came to reap this plenty
  * spreading cross the land, half empty
  * Sons and daughters, Gaya’s offspring
  * hunting game with spear and sling.
  * Finding shelter under trees,
  * Shiver when the cold winds freeze.
  * Seeing that our plight was dire,
  * Sol, life-giver, gave us fire. 
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  * Gaya’s gifts are multiple
  * And help us keep our stomachs full
  * First a dream of wolfpacks chase
  * made tribal hunting commonplace.
  * She followed that with spiders’ web
  * gave nets across the river’s ebb.
  * The final dream of squirrel wits
  * led to building storage pits.
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  * Lune looked down all through the night
  * Saw lonely people, sad campsite.
  * With dreams of peckers midnight thrum
  * A hollow log became a drum.
  * Rotted fruit and drunken deer
  * showed the way to berry-beer.
  * Soon the evening passed quite merry
  * Thanks to drum and happy berry.
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  * Give you thanks to all three lords,
  * Mentor of us human hordes.
  * Treat their gifts with great respect,  
  * Lest their world-gift should be wrecked.
  * Take your needs and leave the rest,
  * let our world be loved and blessed.
  * Mother Gaya, Sol and Lune
  * We thank you for your gracious boon.