Lush vegetation, wax jade spledor

the hands work at ruby petals

lacing ribbons of auburn hair

a wreath of vermillion medals

Crystal dewdrops, velvet blades of grass

the hands take up the rug

tracing viens of seafoam harvets

pulled into braids by fingers' tug

Pearly voice and steely eyes

a gaxe makes all sound hushed

desperate tones and nimble fingers

wont make her feel less rushed

She is creating anew; a diamond treasure

lies beneath her hands

with silk contentment, iron will,

she ties the final strands

She has branded such joy, 'Good will towards men',

for all on earth to see

such peace fabricated, such a gift to be made

by the girl; she is Harmony