In the gentle curve of her embrace, Lies a universe of boundless grace. Her whispers weave a soothing song, Where…
In the cradle of ancient forests, she breathes,Her whispers carried by the rustling leaves,Mountains echo her enduring grace,While rivers carve…
In the gentle dawn, her voice unfolds, A melody weaving dreams anew, Her words are anchors, stories told, Guiding spirits…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light, She weaves dreams with threads of gold, A guardian of innocence, a…
Beneath the golden sun, they toil and sow, With hands that nurture life, they make it grow, In fields so…
In the quiet whispers of the night, she stands, A guardian angel, with gentle, loving hands. Her heart, an endless…