You rose as if from in a dream
in early shades of morning's fall
to pique my interest for the day
and not give into lonely thrall.

A message sent from many miles
oer sea and land and air
a spark of ornamental hope in
stately knightlike flair.

The lady of the lake herself
would smile inside her heart
to know that love's dear sweet repose
created a new start.

Regale the trumpets of life's words
Rejoice in moments bards would sing
Remembering the sweetness felt
For after winter comes the spring.