All good things will grow in green,
from sprouts to spouts of golden grey,
and bloom in every space between.

Doubtful seeds through dust careen
to bleed a bloom that blots the day,
but all good things will grow in green.

At your request, we'd all convene
to plan, to plot, to pray or play -
and bloom in every space between.

And though your deeds you may demean -
and though you fear they start to fray -
all good things will grow in green.

So let me set the record clean:
you will leap past each dismay
and bloom in every space between.

What growth of yours that I have seen,
I liken to the forests' splay;
all good things will grow in green
and bloom in every space between.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 1001 AF.