Emerald Verses

Emerald Verses: A Song of the Land

 

Upon the hills where emerald dreams reside,

A tale of beauty woven soft and true.

The whispering winds and rivers deep confide,

In shades of green, the earth begins anew.

 

A thread of moss, a glint of verdant fire,

Like echoes sung in verses long and free.

A dance of light where heart and soul conspire,

To wear the wild, to drape eternity.

 

Oh, emerald gleam, a jewel kissed by time,

A legacy of land, of sea, of sky.

A symphony where nature’s hues entwine,

And beauty lingers, never fades nor dies.

 

For in each fold, in every sculpted seam,

There lives an echo of an Irish dream.