Vana - The Youthful - Eight of 15 poems of the Valar

The lesser lady,
Who lies in the trees shady,
With Orome and the sun,
Not believing what they have done.

The flowers open as you pass,
The fish swim to you,
Even the bass.

The birds sing their sweet hymn,
Without the fright of him,
Yavanna, your sister,
Orome your spouse,
The sun doesn't hit her,
When the trees are about.

The Valier,
Your pride, you hear,
You see Eru,
And what good he has done for you.

Flowers open,
Birds sing,
Sing of the great tidings,
That you have to bring.

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