Her eyes held the hurricanes,
heart thundering with delicate earthquakes,
You hear her howl in the winds,
She's in the roots of the eldest trees,
Roar of the ocean waves,
Her veins run thick with the blood of our rivers,
You feel her beauty in the first fall of snow,
She bares the children of the new age,
She will not be moulded,
Or tamed,
For her wrath swallows empires.
