Watchtowers
Smell the fresh moist earth,
near the heart of oak and pine.
Her the whistleing zephyrs,
chuckling through the leaves.
Feel the cheerful cauldron fire,
warm beneath silver, crimson clouds.
Taste the gentle rain,
Cooling, quenching feeding life all about.
See the four gaurdians...
our welcome friends, in circle
As well as life.