A Raata Dawn
Soft leaves dripping with the dew of golden hue,
Sun gleaming, grass glimmering - all these things and more Cold Wind did imbue.
A velvet haze looming over the land,
The mighty Kaalakiota peaks off in the distance - so seemingly rough and jagged to the hand.
Grinning and breathing, he grabs a handful of soil,
Crisp morning air and fresh sunlight - a dawn so perfect not even trickster Storm Wind can foil.
Cold Wind carrying the chirps of hardy winter birds,
Beneath his worn feet, curious Oriyoni blossoms - the vibrant flowers always bloom in thirds.
From inside the modest home, a tea kettle brimming with hot tea,
She carefully crushes select Kresh leaves - a winter-white tundra beyond as wide as the sea.
Sipping and laughing together, the hot tea works wonder,
It numbs the icy kiss of Cold Wind’s lips - they peer out to spot Mountain Wind in the yonder.
Sapphire waters crashing against bastion-like rock,
Wooden ships sail amidst turbulent waters - Wind-of-the-West may choose to mock.
K’vire and Deteaas all around stirring and bustling, from the forests to the bay,
Heart-of-the-Forest need not provide direction - Caldari of all backgrounds know The Way.