Garnering a myriad colors from the sunlight
and sparkles from the silvery moon
She embraces nature in her bosom
and embellishes the cerulean sky.
No God can be born without a womb
Nor the devil without
being conceived by the mind,
Her loin spawns the firmament
as she breathes the universe into motion;
Her tears form the streams, the lakes,
the flowing rivers and the vast oceans,
Her milk, the rolling clouds
nourishing the flora and fauna;
She rides upon the wings of the wind
and heralds the sun-god
in its burning chariot each day.
When she shuts her eyes
she causes icy wilderness
When she opens them
it blossoms into the Elysian Fields.



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