The mother of us all,
the oldest of all,
hard,
splendid as rock
Whatever there is that is of the land
it is she
who nourishes it,
it is the Earth
that I sing
Whoever you are,
howsoever you come
across her sacred ground
you of the sea,
you that fly,
it is she
who nourishes you
she,
out of her treasures
Beautiful children
beautiful harvests
are achieved from you
The giving of life itself,
the taking of it back
to or from
any man
are yours
The happy man is simply
the man you favour
the man who has your favour
and that man
has everything
His soil thickens,
it becomes heavy with life,
his cattle grow fat in the fields
his house fills up with things
These are the men who govern a city with good laws
and the women of their city,
the women are beautiful
fortune,
wealth,
it all follows
Their sons glory
in the ecstasy of youth
Their daughters play,
they dance in the flowers
they skip
in and out
on the grass
over soft flowers
~author unknown