In gardens of cosmos, the Great Mother blooms,
Her essence, a symphony in ethereal rooms.
A sunbeam’s caress, a glow soft and bright,
Her love paints the morning with tender light.
A giver of life, with milk pure and white,
In her, the universe finds its sacred site.
She, a nurturing cow with a heart full of grace,
Bestowing grains of joy, in love’s tender embrace.
Her aura is prosperity, a flowing, gentle stream,
Nurturing hearts with love’s endless dream.
Her touch, a sip of strawberry’s sweet dew,
A whisper of joy in the morning’s fresh hue.
Above all, a canopy of care, under which we bloom,
In her tender support, our souls find room.
Her love, a tale told by the stars above,
A divine testimony to the power of love.