Great Mother,
you breathe life into every corner,
your mountains rise like guardians,
silent witnesses to time’s passage.

In the whisper of leaves,
your stories unfold,
echoing through ancient forests,
where shadows dance with light.

The rivers carve your wisdom,
winding through valleys,
carrying stories of creation,
of storms weathered and calm restored.

You cradle us in your loving embrace,
from sunlit fields to the depths of the ocean,
your pulse resonates in the earth,
a reminder of our shared journey.

Yet we wander,
distracted by the glow of screens,
forgetting the songs of the wind,
the heartbeat of the soil.

Teach us to listen,
to tread lightly on your skin,
to honor the roots that bind us,
the air that nourishes our spirits.

In gratitude, we rise,
vowing to protect your sacred gifts,
to cherish the beauty in every breath,
to remember that we are one.