"Armies have conquered and fallen in the end kingdoms have risen then buried da sand."

Faragonda had seen much in her years--the rise of a rot army for one and the fall of Sparks another. She saw it first hand when Red fontana collapsed and was there in person at it's rebirth. She had seen più in her lifetime than she would have ever imagined as little one growing up in a small house.

"The Earth is our mother she gives and she takes she puts us to sleep and in her light we'll awake."

In her younger years Faragonda was dato much advice--advice she'd soon pass to anyone who entered Alfea with an open mind. She had learned from the very best that Mother Earth had the ability to preform great wonders of both destruction and construction. She was generous and kind yet ruthless and untamed. She took and received, gave and gifted with out guilt o qualm. And Faragonda admired just that about her.

"We'll all be forgotten there's no endless fame but everything we do is never in vain."

And from another older, wiser man Faragonda acquired this knowledge; that in a world so vast and ever-growing of course our names will be erased. But that should not keep us from making the best of our time on this realm and leaving small traces of ourselves behind for those who do care...who want to remember. And that's what the former fairy Godmother had done--she reached out to young human children in need of help, touched them briefly, but stayed forever with them in their hearts and memories.

"We're part of a story, part of a tale we're all on this journey no one is to stay where ever it's going what is the way?"

The fourth wise person she encountered, a herb witch (from the northern most Limphinan mountain) had told her this; "Dear, sweet, child, when te grow old, when te grow weary and spent te will know that te have walked a path very much unique to you. te are part of a great book held da the Heavens, read da the angels. te are a character in a growing book with a well thought out elaborate plot that remains unknown to you. Just know this sweet child; te have the ability to erase the words and make them your own. Either which way...no matter how te revise it, your life is a journey, a timeless tale.

"Forests and deserts rivers, blue seas mountains and valleys nothing here stays."

On a very distant realm Faragonda, adorned in robes of silver and maroon, learned that even the deepest seas, vastest forests, and sandiest deserts will not with stand a particular test...the test of time...the hardest, most impassable test. If even mountains fall and stars die, how's a human supposed to fare? The answer is simple, a human shall not fare well. But that was part of life, and Faragonda best accept that now, life comes and life goes it creates balance. Perhaps that is what the wise man meant da 'live to the fullest'. Perhaps these insights were all interconnected. Perhaps everything is interconnected.

"While we think we witness, we are part of the scene this never-ending story. Were will it lead to?"

And Faragonda was most proud to take part in this spectacle that is life. Quite honestly she wouldn't have it any other way, she didn't want to just sit da and watch the action, she wanted to be a part of it.

"The earth is our mother she gives and she takes but she is also a part a part of the tale."

A bit further down the path of her life Faragonda came to realize a thing o two of her own; (that one giorno she hoped to share with a curious soul) She realized that Mother Nature wasn't just Leggere the book, she was a character too. She was that mystical being that influenced and changed the main character with o without them knowing. Mother Earth was no doubt the eldest and wisest oracle in the novel...the one that seemed to know and touch all the characters. Faragonda couldn't even dream of comparing, but she'd surely do her very best.

"We're part of a story, part of a tale sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane no one remembers how it began."

Yes, Faragonda had seen a great deal, learned a great many knowledges (in many tongues and cultures), and spread to those whom had the pleasure of crossing her path what she knew. It didn't matter who they were--tall o short, thin o big, good o evil, she shared with them all the things she had learned. Faragonda knew not what happened at the very beginning but she knew enough about her own journey to leave her content. And with all this in mind Faragonda knew she could go in peace...in fullness when God called her o Mother Earth claimed her, o what ever higher power chose to take her.