Sodden floor of the woodlands
Scattered with severed petals
Beneficence of the Springtide
Observed by a younger sun

When all songs are heard
And buds are on the bough
The goddess' pale countenance
Reigns over all that grows

White as the footprints of Olwen
The flowering ash reveals
Sap of the sky-fallen manna
Harvested in the ancestress's fields

Dull and faded ochre stains the landscape like iron

Pools of a vernal paradise
Reflect the splendors of the season
In a furious palette of iridescence
Where the Meliai bathe undisturbed

Light of equal duration
Radiance shown upon stone
Emanating aligned formations
Shadows cast a vernal unknown