Rise   Circle   Greet the sun   Serpent coils unwind   Pressure blood from stone   Now do valleys open wide   Now like rust do we reach out   Now do clouds burst forth under weight   Rise      Rest   Your   Shield      Lay   Down   Your   Plow      Wake   Inhale   Listen   Rise      Have you ever seen the scarlet day   Or felt the calloused hand of age   You till the ground and bring to home   Muscle flesh and blood to bone   Taste this oaken grain   Grab its horn and not the reins