The sun shone bright, a golden hue
Blue the sky and leaves of green
Each blade of grass laden with dew
Amid them all, a heav’nly queen

The cedar trees, her palace walls
Grassy moss, her carpet’d floor
The winding paths became her halls
Of hills and brooks and boggy moors

Her eyes held bright the shine of stars
Yet still the deepness of dark well
Her name told on the wind of far
Ariel, sweet Ariel

Her shadowy hair so midnight black
A flowing web to frame her face
Two coloured wings sprouted from her back
Her limbs to move with pow’r and grace

By luck or fate or all between
Orion came from forests deep
His eyes were dark yet shining keen
He’d never let his honour sleep

His eyes beheld the wondrous sight
At once she rose from wooded throne
And slender body took to flight
And left the king all on his own

Though weeks did pass, still resolute
The man awaited yonder queen
He heard her voice sound like a flute
And quiet footsteps on the green

His love-struck heart still left a yearning
Pining for a long lost being
His mind and heart still were burning
For the quite enchanting queen

The stag man did so seek her ever
As ice-cold winter struck the land
The silver snow if ending never
Robbing life with whitened hand

Yet as the green fought off the white
And overtook the land once more
Her face became his joyous sight
And she granted what he longed for

He crowned her head with laurel leaves
And offered robes of verdant green
Her eyes, they burned of summer eves
A more beautiful sight was never seen

Together then they trod the ways
Through years of peace and years of woe
Hand in hand they met each day
Together fighting any foe

True love did reign the Loren groves
Mercy tempered justice bright
The coldest heart they would move
Dawn chased away the darkest night
By:
Helen Marshall