Limetus of the deep and silent wood,
elm among the evergreen, strong and supple,
tall and true, standing firm against the wind,
against all powers that oppose, against all
who would threaten and taunt, despoil and destroy.
You know, Limetus, when it is best to bend,
when it is wise to wait, you know the secrets
of survival, you know the strength in unity.
The mountain and the river vale are of your realm,
a rough and hard-won land; your people are promised
no gentle journey, only your constancy and care.
Limetus, shelter of men, I honor your wisdom.

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