Maiden of the Earth

 

In thee, sweet maiden, nature’s grace doth dwell;

Thy beauty blooms like dawn’s first rising swell.

The rain that whispers secrets to the lea,

And clouds that drift in silent harmony.

The gentle breeze that wakes the trembling trees

Breathes forth thy softness, carried on the breeze.

Spring’s budding flowers, dressed in radiant hue,

Reflect thy purity and love anew.

Azure-blue hills and snow-crowned peaks on high

Stand as proud watchmen of the boundless sky.

Yet in the sunset’s fading crimson light,

My heart for thee is kindled with delight.

In every leaf, in every breath I take,

Thy presence, like the morn, doth softly wake;

For in the symphony of earth and sky,

Thou art my love, my muse, my lullaby.

Beneath the sun’s warm, ever-golden gaze,

Thy visage glows through all my fleeting days.

As rivers weave their ancient, ceaseless song,

Thy gentle grace moves quietly along.

The murm’ring leaves in forests deep and old

Guard secrets that the ancients once foretold,

Like thy soft voice that shimmers through the air-

A melody no other may compare.

The moonlit night, its stars in silent thrall,

Reflects thy beauty, though in shadows small;

Yet still their light stirs deeply in my soul

And makes my wounded spirit once more whole.

O Nature’s child, so fair, so pure, so true,

Thy essence glimmers in the morning dew,

Reminding me of love’s enduring flame-

Forever wild, forever still the same.

Thus now I vow, with heart and soul sincere,

To cherish thee in every passing year;

To guard the forest, water, earth, and air-

A solemn pledge of reverence and care.

For all humankind, hear this sacred plea:

To heal the wounds and set the whole earth free;

In harmony with nature’s ageless song,

We find our strength, and know where we belong.