Behold the scent of damp earth after a spring rain
— heavy, vibrant, and teeming with the power of rebirth.
Oh, Fertile Mother! There is life in you,
only to awaken with the rustle of sprouting shoots
and meet the world anew.
This is an invocation: fertility, warmth, and care.
Behold! The fragrance of an eternal cycle
— where every death becomes a beginning,
and every drop of water awakens what lies dormant.
This is the power of the omnipresent nature,
full of abundance and mystery, a maternal power
that enfolds with care yet demands reverence.
Behold the scent of damp earth after a spring rain
— heavy, vibrant, and teeming with the power of rebirth.
Oh, Fertile Mother! There is life in you,
only to awaken with the rustle of sprouting shoots
and meet the world anew.
This is an invocation: fertility, warmth, and care.
Behold! The fragrance of an eternal cycle
— where every death becomes a beginning,
and every drop of water awakens what lies dormant.
This is the power of the omnipresent nature,
full of abundance and mystery, a maternal power
that enfolds with care yet demands reverence.