The Bride Was Welcomed

Not in hurry, in short steps, one after another, She said hello at every step to the changing weather, Crossed the plains, crossed oceans, rivers and fountains She crossed the deserts and crossed the mountains, A tiring but a pleasant journey for a bouquet of colors, Coming from Saint Johns, Newfound Land, ecstatic odors, Finally she was there and welcomed with a bouquet of love, My pretty granddaughter, my fairy, my sweet little dove! The sun, the moon, and the galaxy of stars we jointly see, Reflected happiness, I can feel and I can profoundly see!