She, as the roots, stands tall,
A tendril from an evil beast,
Far grown from darkest heart,
Her pure blood form lies far away,
The softest eye shines bright
And sparkles with the hope of life.
A happy light grows strong,
So widely smiles of untold glee
Do cast her friendly face,
To grant the glow of beauty true,
With cheers to echo out
Of laughter soft with caring tint.