Sing to us, Aviva
We ask for hope
Our soul to aspire
Prepare us for sun fire

Touch with warm embrace, Elodie
We ask for growth
The gloom to banish
Pass us to all that finish

With your gentle breeze, Chrysanthis
We ask for bounty
Celebrate our care
Brace us as Winter comes near

In your cold caress, Eunomia
We ask for your meditation
Heal wounds of old
Bring us the new year to unfold

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 588 AF.