In the cradle of dawn, she awakens,
Veins of rivers, her lifeblood flowing,
Mists upon her breath, softly taken,
Guardians of life, her seeds are sowing.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Whispers of winds through leaves are weaving,
Songs of the earth, carried by the breeze,
Echoes of time, in hearts, believing.

Mountains rise, her steadfast shoulders,
Valleys cradle, dreams gently held,
Oceans speak, her secrets older,
In her embrace, our fears dispelled.

Stars in the night, her silent watchers,
Moonlight dances upon her face,
In her arms, we find our shelters,
Mother Earth, our sacred space.