Of you tread down the alleys with yawns
You'll find her kneading the skies at dawn
To bring the colours that nature hides
From the generous mother to vengeful sprites.
In her domain that the men call earth
She lives to make day more worth
She kneads the clouds out of thin sky
She whistles the airs and shines the moon
She lights the hearth that the men call sun
She grows the trees to stop the burns
She asks the birds to sing as they wake
She asks the rest to enjoy their days
She strolls everyday, have you heard her steps?
She calls you out, have you realized her helps?
She sings everyday, but have you heard her cries?
She brings love everyday, have you realized her tries?
In her domain, that the men call earth
She the mother of all
And she is the fire that kindles in the kindred
She the one who loves all.
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