Oh sweetness is thy scent when comes

Oh Sweetness Is Thy Scent When Comes
The Decapitation Of Thy Blades, Oh Grass.
Be Of Joy, Green Friend Of My Feet,
For Should Thee Be Of Great Height
Thou Would Bring Much Woe!
Beastly Things, That Would Harm The Heels
Of Those Which Walk Upon Thy Softness,
Would Come Unwelcome And Live As A Hidden Danger.
Weep Not For The Loss You Feel, Oh Grass,
For In Time Ye Will Be Strengthened
And Grow More Richly In Thy Life.