A broken twig trampled upon
Squeezing out seeds from its pod
Muddied soon by rain and tears
Starting roots that vanish fears.
The seedling grows, new life appears
Strength arises, builds for years
And astral vibes ignite a voice
New life arises, not by choice.
Arise Orion, conquer foes!
The silent Sage your victory knows
Be true to inward spirit guiding
In the arms of Him, abiding.