The verse

A seed lies furled, awaiting the dawn-wind's breath,Force no bloom through the frost of a sleepless night.When the flocks wake loud and the grove first stirs at light,Then take your plough to the soil—sow as the morning saith.

Reading

This lot bids you read the hour: sow when the birds wake loud and the grove first stirs, not in the silent frost. Move with the tide and your labor finds ease—yet what fruit comes is heaven's reckoning, never the god's promise.

The temple keeper adds

A kind sign. The god nodded — small, but real.

[ Draw another at the temple ][ Keep a traffic omamori ]