Green ribbons gracing from the soil,
Happily singing in the northern sun,
Sand and grit surrounding her.
She is your legacy.

What's that?
Tiny streaks of green piercing
through the ground, besides their tall mother.
They are your legacy.

One turns into two, two into three,
Suddenly enclosed by happy, singing green.
You taught me to hear the singing,
Your legacy.

And I'll hold them, so dearly close to my heart
For your legacy.