legendarium:poems:the_beginning
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.
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- 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.
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