the priest bolon saasil raises his old man 's voice and says : `` here we all are , then penitents and sacrificers we who grew from the fruit of the tree today we remember the planter the caretaker of blossoms the pruner of branches and sprouts today we pay our respects we pay our debts before the god , before his father '' he steps back where the people can not see him , and the ahau alone looks down .