Melantha's Moving Melody

Timid tunes tiptoe away
from waking seeds
in softening soils

to crown the tiny sprouts of green
with silver chimes
and snowdrop's peal

while Southern Vashnar's edelweiss
reveals a melody of bliss

as carefully
her petals grow
within the soothing winds of spring.

The rise and fall of gentle breaths
betray Melantha's tender touch
to glide upon the winds of change

and nurture nature
with Her love.


Fiery themes in summer style
reach up in glorious sunflower songs

as gardens bloom with stunning sights,
from Shallam's periwinkle parks
to Epicurus' fig tree's shade.

Mhojave's sands are blinding white,
but cacti trive within their warmth

and blush with blooms in vivid hues
where winds blow soft
with heated sighs.

The rise and fall of gentle breaths
betray Melantha's tender touch
to glide upon the winds of change

and nurture nature
with Her love.


The velvet voice of autumn's smile
sings soft a shimmering serenade

in golden crowns of Ithmia

as emerald turns a dusky brown
to let the leaves leave trees behind

with branches bare
but full of life

that'll soundly sleep through winter's bite

and are already nodding off
as winds rustle a lullaby.

The rise and fall of gentle breaths
betray Melantha's tender touch
to glide upon the winds of change

and nurture nature
with Her love.


The solemn song of winter cold
resounds between the icy peaks,

wherein the city of Cyrene
lies blanketed in silken snow,
the blazing blizzard's generous gift,

to bury deep the fragile seeds
in sheltered pockets in the earth
where they can rest

until the wind
returns the soothing sounds of spring.

The rise and fall of gentle breaths
betray Melantha's tender touch
to glide upon the winds of change
and nurture nature with Her love

from Sarapin to New Year's Eve,
so all will ever grow and change
within Her moving melody.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 456 AF.