| A gentle breeze in spring is Mhriddian, bringing freshness to the air, and stirring the life in the frozen life of the garden. Like the warm spring sun is her face, lighting and softening all it shines down upon. Bountiful as the boughs of the spring fresh trees is her body, flowering and bursting forth with new growth, swaying in the breeze, round and full. How wonderful is my beloved Mhriddian, the center of my existance... |