WHISPER OF THE IRIS’S SONG
SHE MOVES THROUGH THE WIND LIKE A SILKEN MIRAGE
SHE ENTICE THE GARDENS WITH HER SWEET FRAGRANCE
WHILE GLISTENING IN THE SPRING LULL
HER MAJESTY IS OF ROYALITY
SHE HOLDS HER HEAD TOWARD THE HEAVENS
TASTE THE MORNING RAINS OF HER COUNTRY
WHILE SHE SINGS ITS PRAISES
HER BLOSSOM ENCHANTS THOSE WHO COME NEAR
AND HOLDS THEM IN A STUNNING BEWITCHMENT
HER BEAUTY SUMMONS THE GATHERING
AND AS THE NIGHT FALLS,THE MOONLIGHT SHINES ABOVE HER BLOOM
IT PAINTS A PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL SHADOW OF THE PERFECT
WHISPER OF THE IRIS’S SONG