Ribbons of sunlight spun in glorious gold
Weave through the trees with rare bright-gilded grace
See the beauty that Serenwilde does hold
Within its blessedly verdant embrace

Shall I depict thee, fairest of forest
In strokes of snow on a Roarkian day
Or shall I paint a scene of lively Dvarsh
When the gay summer birds come out to play?

What of the burbling brooks of cool Kiani,
Whisp'ring sweet nothings to root and to tree?
And what of the colours, glad and gaudy
That wreathe the leafy crowns of Juliary?

To capture her essence is not a task fair
For no other forest shall ever compare.