The sun smiled upon the settled
land & said,
“May your bounty bloom &
grow.”
The wind tickled the settled
land & said,
“May your seeds upon my lips
blow.”
The rain caressed the settled
land & said,
“May your thirst ever be quenched.”
The blooms adored the settled
land & said,
“May your air be perfumed
& never stenched.”
The moon whispered upon the
settled land & said,
“May you sleep within the
arms of growth.”
The Goddess embraced the settled
land & said,
“May you ever trust in me,
I´ll give you my oath.”
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