Come Ircluwadu...

Come Ircluwadu come to dance and sing
in the last light of Moonshine before the new day
For then the silver beams ripple with cosmic energies
We are the Ircluwadu who taught the world to sing
Gave fox is barking call
And birds chirp, caw, coo and soothing song
We are sprites of sound who summon song with our flutes of bone
In the visceral cold of winter's dawn
we are drawn to this secret place amongst the ancient elms
To dance and become one with the winds
to sip at dewdrops hung beneath leaves where wisdom gathers
We are sprite, Ircluwadu of the old tongue
a speck of breeze running before the daylight
taking flight in nature's wilds
Seeking a way to be amongst the chaos of Earth's noise
Certain that tomorrows today holds yesterdays truth
We ask for the old ways to return
for mystery and magic to hold true forever
For Earth to grow the flowers and moon to fall upon our skin
Let squirrel chirrup warning of danger's prowl
And frog croak love songs from waters deep
Ircluwadu made these sounds
and cast them to the spirits of the woods
Sprite and Spirit
Water, leaf and light
Hear the Ircluwadus song of life

Let the moonshine light
Fall upon this sprite
Let the Earthlife beat
Strong in the dragon's soul
For his chase goes on
Through the cycles of the sun
And we relish and we cherish
The Ouroboros and his fire breathing song
 

How was this possible

Sat in his tent in the desert the Bedouin smoked his hookah puffing through one corner of his mouth whilst with the other corner her regaled the semi circle of his companions with tales of his travels in caravan trading his wares about the sunblazed desert towns.
"The camel sank without trace into a sand trap set by the Terag People one minute it was there snarling and growling amongst its herd the next sinking steadily into the desert before puff! (he clapped his hands jolting awake one of the snoozing guests who had eaten more than his fill of dates) it was gone." He took a long contemplative draw on the pipe, "Its relations took no notice of the camels fate and plodded meaningfully forward - such is the way of the dromedary."
The others nodded in unison agreeing wholeheartedly with such philosophical dreamings. One reached forward and selected from the array of orangeglazed platters a bluebottle filled with honey and marigold leaves. He sucked the caramel sweet appreciatively whilst his host continued his discourse.
"To the east I have found that leaves once sealed between the finest cloth will imprint a pattern forever on the linen and when one sleeps the gentle rustle of wind through trees can be heard and soothes the most restless of sleepers."
The gathering frowned at this new discovery and one pleaded for a sample of the cloth that he might present it at court and gain the trust of his lord, but the host merely sucked upon his pipe and eyes half closing spoke on as if uninterrupted.
"It is said in the town of El Afid that if one reads aloud the words inscribed above the lintels of each of the houses in a particular street in the kasbah, a great storm of rains will fall turning the surrounding sands to grain and palms."
"Surely this would be a good fortune for the people." One more attentive listener suggested. The Bedouin gave him a quizzical glance.
"Good fortune?" He mused, "But who will house the people who would flock to such a place, how would they find work, or women, how long would there be water enough to sustain such a oasis once sand returned to the land." He shook his head. "Better to have sand and camel, a house for every family and money enough for one man to pay another so he may yet fulfil his debts."
The men nodded at these sage words and each reached for a delicacy from one of the plates, grateful for the sand and their camels.