Aziza

There's age old legends from the land of the Adja
Of wise little peoples that they dubbed the Aziza
From a race of small beings that dwelt in the trees,
Commanding wee whirlwinds of petals and leaves
But for all of the wisdoms that they tried to impart
It is merely a place for the whole world to start
Spreading the knowledge that stands up to time
and discarding that which passes each paradigm