In silent thought reflecting on Midori,
Of nectar sweet to soothe my somber soul
As I gaze ‘cross  an endless cyan ocean
Whose unplumbed depths rest all life’s secrets 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 rapt in sheaves;
What marks the name that vests a spring time maiden
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,
As only she transforms all blue to green.

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