Born from the sun, beloved by moon
She paints pastel skies and oceans of blue,
Mountains of green, fields flecked with flowers,
Creator and destroyer with infinite powers.
If you listen closely, her song can be heard:
She whistles with the wind and sings with the birds,
Claps with each wave, with insects she hums,
With raindrops beating the ground, she drums.
A sculptor of clouds, a potter of clay –
Her beauty, her music fill every day.
Divine feminine, our home like no other –
We love you, dear nature, the Earth, our mother.