Upon the shores of Cazenovia's grace,
An undine dances while the waters gleam,
Her silken form reflected in the space,
A fleeting vision, born of forest's dream.
Her eyes, like pools of tranquil, shaded deep,
Hold secrets whispered by the moonlit skies;
The breezes on the water softly sweep,
As ripples play where silver silence lies.
Yet, though she glides in beauty through the night,
Her spirit, bound to water's cool embrace,
Can never know the dawn's full, warming light,
For she is but a dream of this pure place.
The undine's song is quiet, soft, and true,
A song of endless, gentle shades of blue.