The breath of dawn awakes a flow'r--the subtle morning rose;
and also wild Terpsichore, whirling as she goes.
This muse of fire with ev'ry step sets all the world aspin.
"Dance!" she cries, and creatures, clouds, and planets all join in.
The cosmos altogether move in time with her ballet.
The rhythm of the universe is hers alone, and yet...
Her moonbeam smile and starlight eyes and golden sunrise hair,
with the gentle crimson petals of the rose do not compare.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Chronos, in the year 412 AF.