I am the mother of all
Springs fertile fields and flowers.
I am the mother of all
Sweet crispy summer’s showers.
I am the mother of all
The sparks of love and light.
I am the mother of all
Whose feathers spread in flight.
I am the mother of all
Whose souls in mists do rest.
I am the mother of all
Who anew begin the quest.

I am all that’s life and for all that I can see
Who are you to judge, who is but death to me?