Oh Sister of the Lake, quench this fire that rages through my veins! Brother Wind please dry these tears that come from the pain. My soul is on fire and I see no relieve in sight, Mother Earth please give me a place to hide. I have curled up in the arms of Cousin tree, told him of my fears and what in my dreams I see. Nephew Robin listened and tried his best to calm, yet as I closed my eyes the fire raged on. Oh Sister of the Lake, is there help here for me? Let me take a breath and lay here in your arms, perhapes with your cooling touch , perhapes the flame will be gone.