Emerald mist, a vision of green,
A sight to behold, a mystical scene,
The emerald mist, it shrouds her path,
A mystical veil, a cloak of wrath,
She moves with grace, like a gentle breeze,
Through the forest and trees, she glides with ease,
She walks through the woods, with a heart full of glee,
Alone in the forest, wild and free. . .