Sunlight filters through the canopy of the forest, Warming the moss and the damp earth below. The Queen of Growth stirs among the ancient roots, Restoring life to every waking branch. Her footsteps mark the coming of the spring season, Leaving untouched green across the quiet groves. A sovereign spirit of the woodland realm, She protects the vulnerable creatures of the wild. Tall oak trees reach upward toward the morning sky, Sheltering the spirits nesting in the branches. She listens to the rustling of the summer leaves, Whispering ancient blessings to the timberlands. Marauders enter her sacred land with weapons, Leaving scars of ash upon the fertile ground. Nature responds with sudden and unyielding fury, Swelling the rivers to wash away the intruders. Devoted followers clad in armor of woven vines step forward, Their eyes reflecting absolute dedication. They defend the woodland sanctuary from ruin, Striking down those who would burn the trees. Across the wild continent of Norrath, Her influence reaches from the mountains to the ocean coast. A guiding light hidden deep within the foliage, Where mortal prayer meets the ancient soil. She grieves for the blackened stumps of fallen timber, Where corruption has poisoned the natural order. Her sorrow manifests as a persistent, healing rain, Washing impurities from the injured earth. When mortal empires eventually turn to dust, Her eternal garden remains untouched . The sovereign of vitality and natural grace, Preserving her quiet domain for all eternity.
