Whose Tear brings us Happiness?
That which makes our hearts sing.
With perked ear, we listen,
For Her glorious tone.

Compassionate One, Giver of Hope,
May we meet Your ways with outstretched hands.
But in the case our Compassion is not met,
Meet our claws, extended and ready.

The caress of the Spring,
The hope of the Winter.
All of which in between,
Each hold our purpose.

Praise be to the Lady,
For She is Renewed.
Hear our love, our joyous voices,
For it is all, simply for You.

All those Hopefulls with a will to grow with the Lady of Renewal need
only ask. My ears will be listening, and my eyes will continue the
search.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Slyphian, in the year 209 MA.