| The grains of my solid roots | |
| Go deep into the youth of existence | |
| They mirror the path of my forefathers | |
| Through the winter way alone | |
| To mount and rove- to evolve | |
| As the sun, the very one | |
| Enlightened the road I found | |
| Along the grains of ages | |
| The roots of my being | |
| Projects all that you are seeing... | |
| (Oystein G. Brun, March 2005) |