Meadow-Sweet.

Meadow-Sweet,

so crowned in froth and creamy clusters.

Queen – over all, she reigns

in her lovely glade domain.

Your harsh exterior fools me not,

for I know that you are soft beneath

the harshness of your pretty crown.

For it, I know,

you are renowned

and yet, to me, always will you be

my lady queen of meadow green.

She who lines the banks of streams

and whose name I utter

in my dreams.