Silvosse's Plant Mantle

"And now, full of promise, Flovor returns, All around, the bulbush buds do strengthen; Snow may fall, but the cold no longer burns, And already we feel each day does lengthen. Spring is born, and cold winter decays; The fields and meadows in green are dressed, The treechnid's sap warms in the sun's gaze, Soon, tofus in his canopy shall nest. A radiant, glowing sun floods the atoll, Gardens bloom in melodious celebration, And I feel, under my feet as I stroll, The soil quiver in hopeful anticipation." — "Flovor", Amaknian poem in homage to Silvosse