Dana

Dana, sovereign of the fertile lands,
Your hair sways like golden wheat in the wind
Your steps make wildflowers bloom
And your tears of joy become morning dew

Goddess with curves as generous as the hills,
You carry within your womb the promise of harvests
In your eyes dances the flame of the solstices
And on your lips blooms the honey of healing

When you dance in the heart of ancestral forests,
The trees tremble and the springs gush
Your strength is that of spring sap
That cracks the bark of buds

Your hands are cups overflowing with abundance
Where those who honor your power drink
You are the remedy for parched lands
The sensuality that awakens sleeping life

Dana, mother of all living things,
Your laughter ripens the sweetest fruits
And in your embrace, nature finds
The secret of its eternal Renaissance

Oil and mixed media on 50x70cm gallery-wrapped canvas

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