Dedicated to mi'Lord and Father, Janus, who guides me in life.

First breath, cold and wet,
changes to many long years.
last breath, cold and dry.

Pale sky shivering...
footprints in the snow melt, fade,
make way for green grass.

Sudden cold showers,
warm winds ... mixed warmth leaves slowly
only heat left behind.

Hot and dry, baked ground,
leaves glow, green then bright orange.
Heat cools, leaves drift down.

Gathering quickly,
food before the first snow fall.
Cold, a time to rest.

Last breath, cold and dry,
exhaled as a new life blooms.
First breath, cold and wet.

-Ikitae Da'Saison

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Naturalis, in the year 409 AD.