Adeiven, Lady of the Sacred Grove

She is the dewy spring-time grass, vibrant and supple
That protects the fallen child from an injured knee
And where a swaying caress may produce a laugh,
So that the little child might still a child be;

She is the mirror-like stream as it winds and it weaves,
Allowing any and all to come and wash away sin
When their pure and good hearts have forgotten the way,
So that the faithful might have faith, once again;

She is the oak and the elm, and sorrowing willow,
Rising above, with a guardian's vigilant eye
And unyielding stance against malice and harm,
So that those who are peaceful may peacefully lie;

Hence while I miss her, at heart, I won't mourn her as gone.
She is the Lady, and her essence, her spirit, lives on."