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's 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