Tribal Chant

• Posted by Lyall March 27, 2016 - 1,091 views

  Oh trees. Sighing in the forest, swaying in the breeze.

  Your leaves catching golden sunlight, rays escaping to the ground.

  Standing strong, branches long, roots deep, you stay.

  Oh trees. Give me your ability to prosper, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh streams. Running everywhere, sliding through

  Bends and turns, be it in forest or mountain range.

  Peacefully cascading through life, your waters

  Giving life to those who roam these lands.

  Oh streams. Give me your ability to adapt, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh mountains. Standing tall, standing straight, standing proud.

  In ranges you roam, together you rise, yet individuals you exist.

  For be if you are alone, or with others, you set yourself out amongst

  Your brothers and sisters, your might always seeming different from your

  Friend’s power, as you stand, fortresses of the world.

  Oh mountains. Give me your ability to stand tall in all storms, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh sky. Stretching forever, you are, you exist, you cannot be defeated,

  You cannot be claimed. The world is your hunting grounds, as

  You stare at all. The sun, beating down on men, the stars,

  Giving hope to man. The clouds, giving difference to the same,

  By sight or storm.

  Oh sky. Give me your ability to claim the world as mine, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh wind. You sigh this way and that, existing both on the ground,

  Yet coming from the sky, you share this world with everyone,

  Yet everyone shares it with you. Binding rope cannot grasp you,

  Shackles fall short, you are unrestrained, and you

  Cannot be tamed.

  Oh wind. Give me your ability to cast free all chains, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh earth. You exist, opposite of the sky, yet in so many ways

  The same. Staring at your free friend, you growl in

  Determination, you square your shoulders, you

  Shrug off all wounds.

  Oh earth. Give me your ability to weather all blows, of that I beg you.

   

  Oh Divines. You rule all, staring with such mighty power,

  Power you use to rule the world, to make the wicked fall short,

  To make the winds forever free, to give food and shelter to

  All nomads traveling this harsh land. Your sacred wisdom,

  Divine as your names, shall always guide us through,

  No matter what.

  Oh Divines. Fill me heart with your might, your peace, your power, of that I beg you.