In ancient times, I bore new cities I tended the very spark of life Firstborn goddess's divine duties Brought her to kneel by my side Once the center of the home Now an ornamental place I stand tall, I stand alone I carry my mantle with such grace

I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.

I can secure and hold mighty things of stature, trace me back and find out where you came from.

I have been a form of currency I’m essential for life, but too much of me can lead to death

I cradle elixirs, dark or bright, my stem elevates me into sight. I witness vows, toasts, and lore, held in hands, I ask for more.