She is the weaver of worlds.

The foundation of life.

Her hair is the rivers, braided and calm.

Her breath is the wind, through her whispers and screams.

Her smile is the radiant, beaming sun.

The mountains are her shoulders,

Bearing time like ancient fibrous roots,

While her laughter blooms in the fields and forests,

Waves and currents flood through her mind.

Untold stories and battles shown throughout her bruises and scars.

Through drought, storm and rain,

Through all of her extensive pain,

She still stands strong

Unbroken

Undefeated

Time and time again.