Muin As Prophecy

Muin as prophecy;

Straight as an arrow

Or spear,

A trunk stands tall.

One branch raised

To the sky,

To the Shining Ones, portend;

One branch lowered

To the depths,

To the Ancestors, as consul;

One trunk solid,

As a foundation,

As a bridge.

As the Sun rises,

I hold myself in this position,

Imprinted on the sky,

Standing on the land,

Shadowed on the ground:

What will this day bring?