Amid the weald land trees she lies,
The girl whose eyes shone with amber dreams,
Her hair the shades of golden rain,
With russet lips she sang her song
The voice of a soulful nightingale.
Before the dawning of the day
When sunlight dances o’er the forest ground
Her honeyed-voice sings of love
With the braying of the wolves
Calling for a restful day.
Tendrils of early light
Stretching through the darkest green
Vibrant hues reflecting life
In rainbow of colour greet the day
And nature’s love is born again.