Leaves of Grass green The wind starts to blow

The wind starts to blow and the tiny grains start to sway

The burst of flames erupts and blankets the logs

The air is cool on the lake and you can feel the breeze as you walk onto the dock

Cut:  Faceted

Stone:  Lab created sapphire

Leaves of Grass green The wind starts to blowIn the door yard fronting an old farm house near the white washed palings Stands the lilac bush tall growing with heart shaped leaves of rich green With many a pointed blossom rising delicate with the per fume strong I love With every leaf a miracle and from this bush in the door yard With delicate coloured blossoms and heart shaped leaves of rich green A sprig with its flower I break. Section 3, President Lincoln's Funeral Hymn, Leaves of Grass, by