River.
Rushing wild.
Ice cold Zaphar.
Bring the spring floods.
A yearly ritual of renewal.
The great river performs spring cleaning.
Carry away the melting snow and ice.
Carry away my brother, who forgets his pants.
A reminder from Gaia that Nature cannot be tamed.
Deposits him gently down on the Peshwar Delta.
Slowly heading back towards home, our Village,
We replant some bellwort and ash.
Approaching the Ithmias, we notice
A flower maiden and
A golden tamarin.
We honour
Nature.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Daedalan, in the year 828 AF.