in parentheses

You will  be a great explorer, you will find countries filled with mountains and you will give them the names of your sisters and the rivers your brothers and the oceans will be known by the names of your mother and father, you will bring colour to the sky, worlds to the emptiness, stars to the great endless, and to the dead land you will bring breath, to the grass you will give words, to the meadows you will speak poetry, to the woods you will give stories, and the trees will echo your voyages and the light through the crowns will shine your history forever, and when the world has refilled your marks you will become the ghost, fore what once existed exists always