The Woe Shall Bloom

Listen to the glee of the trees upon the peak. Dost thou hear the wind's lament across the sea? Long hath Fate been twisted, yet its coming is a boon. The willows by the stream do sing, and thus they bloom, Whilst crows are whisked away before the gathering storm. The gallant surely shivered as the tempest took its form. Dew graces every leaf; the flowers softly bow... The woe once cast aside shall one day bloom.