In the stillness of your sacred duty, you season the earth with a preserving glow, a gift that uplifts all. Yet, should that essence wane, no mortal hand can renew its vigor, leaving it discarded and crushed beneath careless feet. You rise as the brilliance of the world, a beacon set high where shadows cannot conceal its radiance. Your presence, unhidden, declares a divine calling, woven into the fabric of a predestined light. Through this illumined path, you stand as a testament to unearned grace, shining forth in eternal purpose.