In the forest of Aalen,
The aged sentinels stand
Ascending, to lofty heights.

Enduring centuries of change,
Strengthened by ages of sunlight.
They are the preceptors of Growth

The steadfast witnesses
To the whims of the Gods,
And rise and fall of empires.

Walk amongst the mighty Redwood trees
In Natures timeless beauty and
Receive more than you seek.

Listen to the whispers on the wind,
As they sing the song of time.
Not of the past only, but of futures too.

In the forest of Aalen,
The aged sentinels stand.
Ascending, to lofty heights.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 864 AF.