I can smell her light perfume!
The rustle of her silken garments
Sounds very like the warming breeze
So soon to stir the sparkling robes
With which she will adorn the barren trees
Carpets of the softest green
She’ll spread beneath our feet
And, inspiring thorny rapture,
Bring forth food, that all may eat
At the time of her departure
Other gods she must appease
Such a heavy retribution
For six tiny little seeds!