Pools of a Vernal Paradise

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