Earth

I am the original source of all life. 
I am the ground that binds to your house. 
I am the roof tile of your home. 
The constant mine of your well. 
I am the generous spigot of your cattle 
and quiet assurance to your effort. 
I'm the reason of your life. 
From me you have come by the hand of the Creator, 
and you will return to me at the end of the reading. 
Only in me will you find rest and peace. 

I am the great Universal Mother. 
Thy daughter, thy bride, and betrothed.
The woman and the womb you fertilize. 
I am the glebe, the gestation, I am the love. 

To you, O farmer, all that is mine. 
Your plow, your sickle, your ax. 
The little cradle of your son. 
The cotton of your garment 
and the bread of your house. 

And one day far 
from me you will return. 
And in the maternal bed of my 
tranquil bosom you will sleep.