Mother is named the earth,
she glows beautifully blue in the universe.
In her heart lives not just the oceans and seas, but the emotion of their tides and the passion of their waves.
She has the wisdom of the mountains, and her fertile valleys are carved by the freedom of the streams and the roots of her soul.
In Mother's skies sail the billowing clouds of our dreams, floating by like the past, heading towards our futures.
Mother loves all things, and born from her is life, and the wisdom from her pain, sorrow, happiness and joy.
And without Mother, life would not exist. And the sound of children would never be heard, but in a far away place, they would make their sounds from within the painful whaling, during the birth of new stars.