From a forthcoming hobbyist project for The Dark Mod; the sentiments are not my own.
The green one shares And we give praise For all we find a-growing.
His branch us bears, Then down us lays When back he comes a-snowing.
So best he fares Who knows the ways On old gods’ paths a-going:
Return what’s theirs When end our days Down endless streams a-flowing.
Here, up the stairs The lordling plays Without the rules a-knowing,
And unawares Will foul things raise And evil winds a-blowing.