Brave, my one green perfect shoot,
Sweet spirit from the soul,
Enthuse a mercy by your lute
From the frescoes to the shoal.
Players await a stirring air
Released within the purist care
You emphatically extol
With melodies of memories
Bequeathing saintly reveries
In life, in prayer, in whole.

Stay brave, my one green perfect shoot,
Your will defeats the eyes
To well and weep to sight the suit
Of Heaven's new disguise.
Flocks rejoice your mantic spray
Cascading hope amidst a gay
Serein hosanna
Sustaining bold corollas
As your patter plays the flora's
Sonata serenata.