The Elephant tribe makes a grand journey.

By carrying seeds from one to the other.

Worst of all, the Elder Tree produced only

And on the eve of their departure,

waiting for an omen from the Elder Tree.

As the moon rises,

emerges from the fruit.

touching the tree, the fruit, and the new life before her.

"Although you don't know yet,

When you soar high in the skies,

Where your feet touch the earth,

When you beat your wings,

And when you cry out,

"I fear something is very wrong in the land, and in our Trees.