The rain stopped at once right on time it stopped
The wind that threatened sharp drops put at ease
Allowing sunbeams to pierce with gentle tease
Amidst tired water fingers now released
In morning's light, the north wind took its leave
From Morphon's peaks to Lys's plains, reprieve
Where life bloomed forth and water's murmurs cleave
Preparing for another summer's weave
First came the badgers snorting long-nosed
In joy they romped in damp grass they posed
Shaking off moisture black fur exposed
Their dance of jubilation duly composed
But not Verona
She sat aside, her pen in hand!
She sat aside
Ser pen in hand!
She sat aside
Ser pen in hand!
She sat aside
Ser pen in hand!
She sat aside
Ser pen in hand!
Then children followed with laughter and glee
In wet grass they leapt wild and free
Gathering fur like badgers to see
Their dance a celebration of unity
Next the villagers joined in circles they twirled
To drumbeats and flutes their joy unfurls
Encircling the children their spirits whirls
In a dance of life their hearts softly hurled
But not Verona
She sat aside, her pen in hand!
What Her legs denied
Her words took a stand
Her Whispering stories
Of the village land
An eternal dance
Her grand legacy
We will remember
Each name
Each face
In Morphon's peaks
And Lys's gentle grace
She sat aside
Her pen in hand!
In Badgers' romp
And Children's race
All
In Verona's pen dance
Their memories
Held in grace
In Verona's pen dance
Their memories
Held in grace!