The hay smells with mold,
Dew beads glitter in cobwebs’ hold
Like diamonds set in gold,
Yawns Leo but content’s the monk
As grain’s filled his trunk
Fleetingly seeing signs in the fields
No more dry as the bones
In the earth and the stones
Of the legend that drones
On,
Keeps me alive and keen
To the vast sea of green
Down south in the mounds unseen
I sleep

Capricorn Range, Silva Gabreta
Capricorn Range, Silva Gabreta
From the dawn of the age told by the sage

Cancer backs from the sky
Gone long are Gemini,
The stream of time flowing slow,
Pisces fly low
And their silvery glow
Sparkles with untrodden snow
Of a timeless ice floe
Fleetingly seeing signs in the field
Gives me strength and a shield
Of trees as green as the sea
Down south in mounds like a bee
In sleep I see

Capricorn Range, Silva Gabreta
Capricorn Range, Silva Gabreta
From the dawn of the age told by the sage
Silva Gabreta, Capricorn Range