Ain’t she the one who create my grandfather from the Dust?
Ain’t she the one who let the first couple live in her garden?
Ain’t she the one who helped Noah with his new land?
Ain’t she the one who hugs us all, the greedy creatures to her bosom?
Ain’t she the one who makes me comfy with her cool leafy fans?
Ain’t she the one who keeps me snug by her firewood cinders?
Ain’t she the one who lulls me to sleep with the whispering wind?
Ain’t she the one who quenches my voracious appetite
though the land is going barren? Ain’t she the one who sustains us all, though she is dying, after all?
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