“Two World Roamers,

  Mighty companions from an age long past,

  Their limbs once scattered, found, gathered,

  In branches of ancient trees,

  On shores where waves still kiss the fine-grained sands of time’s great tale.

  They walk the paths through ageless mist,

  On endless journeys, free and far,

  Carried by the call of the ever-lasting,

  Where silence sings and stars are born.“