I dress myself up, first all in green
I try my best to not be seen
I swing around the branches of trees
I watch the flowers, tended by bees
I listen to a brook, flowing near
I listen to animals, living here
Im here to make sure nothing goes wrong
I wish to continue, but I cant stay long

I dress myself up, now all in yellow
I hide in the dunes, tall and shallow
I crawl around, through sand and brush
I watch the insects, in no rush
I listen to the wind blow, as it moves sand nearby
I listen to the snakes, as they kill and lie
Im here to make sure things go right
I wish to stay, but I leave before night

I dress myself up, lastly in gray and white
I scamper around, at such a great height
I vault over boulders, careful not to fall
I look everywhere, seeing it all
I listen to rumbles, as rocks slide by
I listen to eagles, and their piercing cry
Im here to make sure all is grand
I am a Sentinel, guarding the land.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 400 AF.