Not often do I wake from my great slumber, but this day I have. Not
often do I concern myself with the worries of the realm, but this day I
will.

I see two of my children thrive, the Moonhart Mother Tree and Master
Ravenwood Tree. This pleases me. I see many of their offspring spreading
out under their respective forests. This too pleases me. But I also see
the rapacious greed of civilization devouring my smaller children, and
tricking the land itself under deceptive illusions. This does not please
me!

Thus, I give to the caretakers of the forests, the druids of the realm,
the song to awaken my smaller children to spread across the land. Accept
my gift and use it well.

Now, I drift back to sleep for yet another age...

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Shanthin, in the year 123 CE.