Green the leaf,
And comely a garden
Without dead sheaf;
Thy flowers, are lanterns
Petal colour, bright
Things are thee;
Lovely Aphrodite's
Babies, are pretty,
Butterfly, living here,
Are the quietest
Clappers found, everywhere
Is silent, full clearest,
All an hour unfold
River passing, it glide
But for now it is gold,
Nature seen nationwide!