Beneath the ancient oaks, where roots run deep, The faithful gather in the sacred grove, Their prayers rise on the holy breeze, In unison with earth, and sea, and the endless sky, walking in the name of Christ and of their gods,^[Micah 4:3-5] born from water and flame,^[John 3:3-8] entwined in Light, Standing tall against the empire’s iron rule, Defiant in its love of God and in nature’s grace.