Wake, young child
And rise up for the day
The sun, it waits
As it makes its own way
.
The path that it takes
Corresponds with the moon
The path that you take
You must choose it soon
.
Honest, fair youth
You were born with the sun
And to it, you will
Return when you're done
.
The magic you make
Is the fruit of your hands
The labor you work
Is the pride of the land
.
For you, adolescent
Were a child of the woods
Loving, kind creatures
They all take your word
.
The animals run
Through the forest and streams
The monsters have fun
Underneath your own feet
.
Careful, young adult
They smell and taste fear
Run towards day
Where evils not near
.
The morning drives away
What night unfolds
The sun and the day
Eliminates the untold
.
Skillful, smart adult
You learn of a trade
Magic, true art
Do without aid
.
Work tells of hardship
In places unknown
Your product is cast
To others, unbeknownst
.
Grow weary, old one
You lose all your sense
Tired, you struggle
To again become tense
.
The night it does take you
The moon falls to day
The dark is all you see
As you fade away