In silent thought I muse upon Midori,
Her nectar sweet to soothe my somber soul;
I gaze across an endless cyan ocean
Whose depths still guard life’s mysteries of old;
Tender as first light on verdant meadow,
Gentler than a zephyr waking leaves,
Softer than gold rays on forest mountains,
Lusher than proud promise bound in sheaves;
Her name proclaims the best of spring-time maidens,
So blessing here the world with Eden’s light?
What do we call an angel reft from Aidenn
Set here upon earth’s gardens of delight?
Her grace alone can mend sweet shattered dreams,
For she alone transforms all blue to green.

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