by Ludiane de Brocéliande
I've reproduced it here so I can link it to the collection

It is born in the laughter of a child

Sounds like a wild mountain

Passionate torments of lovers

Who promise to love each other forever

It shines when the mother feels free

When she breastfeeds her young baby

It begins at the dawn of days

In the sky with cosmic rays

It takes deep root in fresh peat

Gently stirred by the heartbeat

He wipes away the tears of happiness

Of the bride with liveliness

He forgives without holding grudges

Mistakes, he erases the sludge

He lives in our hearts and sometimes he dies there

To be reborn better and more elsewhere.