Fertile is her breath and blood
To shower the world’s full girth
With lusty creations bursting forth
To populate her earth
She blooms and blossoms, swollen up
To share new life through birth
We belong beneath the laughing light
Of her full figured mirth
She rules the night, on the moon she rides
As sure as change and flooding tides
The heavens obey her slightest command
Maelstrom storms as she demands
With strength and ferocity she stands her keep
At day she rests but doesn’t sleep
Shout prayers of joy surrounding her
As swollen as she stands
Upon the past and future time
Through the hourglass of sands.
Mare Martell 
