In the shadow of Gabriel’s home, where sacred waters flow,
A village thrives, in ebb and rise, where blessed rivers grow.
Here stands our fisherman, of humble, earnest heart,
And there, the sleeping giant, from dreams does never part.
The fisherman sets forth at dawn, to nets and flowing stream,
To catch the bounty of the day, to live the dreamers' dream.
Beside the waters, deep and clear, the giant sleeps in peace,
His breaths the wind, his heart the tide, a slumber never ceased.
Yet one day, the rivers thin, the fish do scarce appear,
The fisherman, in worried haste, approaches giant dear.
What woes the stream, what steals my catch, what turns the waters dry?
The sleeping giant wakes and yawns, and meets him with kind eye.
O friend who lives by Gabriel's House, the answer's in your hands,
The rivers weep, the fish grow scarce, because of man’s demands.
Take only what you need, dear one, and not a single fish more,
For waters must replenish, and balance they restore.
The fisherman bows head in thought, the wisdom settling in,
A vow he makes, to heed the words, and let new life begin.
To take with care, to give with love, the rivers to revere,
For Gabriel's House and village too, the waters will stay clear.
So may this tarot bless the streams, near Gabriel’s sacred place,
Where man and giant share their dreams, in harmony and grace.
To live in balance with the earth, to heed the waters’ plea,
And in their bounty find rebirth, through kindness, wild and free.
Thus ends the tarot's tale, a lesson etched in time,
Of fisherman and giant's pact, within this simple rhyme.
Remember well the meeting place, where wisdom’s waters run,
And cherish all the gifts bestowed beneath the rising sun.