The sun, early morning faced, peers across the dim seas

The air smells of fruit and searching

Where is our mother?

She sleeps, hillsides flowering, awash in color

She speckles the sky with clouds of milk

The warm rays reach for her, but she slips away in laughter

And we

We feel the movement

How the wind’s broom-brush sweeps clean the world

Change ignites in our blood

With so much green and breath and life

Who can resist the dance?

Let us paint the trees with our song

Let us seize the river running and the tendrils of flame

Let us join in love and friendship

And maybe, for a moment,

Under a stone or in the flap of a wing

The Goddess can be found