Pheris the Steward

My father was an angel
My mother, a queen
And the forest was home
From the time I was weaned

My first friends were flowers
My teachers, the trees
They taught me to tower
And dance in the breeze

Bears come when I beckon
the beetles obey
Owls are my allies
And do as I say

Be fruitful and multiply
Learn and grow strong
Craft vineyards and gardens
Grow stories and songs