She rides the winds like wild horses racing through hilltops, meadows and plains, The wilderness of infinities, Racing through her gold-dipped heart, her ruby-amber veins… Like doves she flutters, Like eagles she soars, Like dragons she burns Like tigers she roars. Fierce as a fighter, Tender as a dewdrop she is Her seasons are a mystery to all, Like a storm sometimes, sometimes a rain she is. Carved like a gem-dripping jewel, Magnificent as a rose’s petal lips She’s painted in the rainbow brushstrokes of god’s fingertips. Mighty as a warrior when she is, She’s all thorns and swords, Darkness engulfs her stardust, She is a world beyond words. She is the womb of darkness, She is the source of light too, Some call her “nature”, But her name is “life” too.