O’ maiden of grass
More of a switch than an axe
Cut like a thistle
Your winds whisper and whistle
Petals sharp as thorns
Without you I’m left forlorn
Quiet in the dark
But still, to you I will hark
You, of nature green
Not envy, but your beauty’s sheen
Blooming like no other
Still you think of your lover
I constantly run
Revolving you as the sun
I’ll feed you my light
To see a smile blinding bright
O’ flowery lass
Our time will eventually pass.
I know why that is,
For you are of the grasses