I play for her.
The Mother.
How she is entranced by my music
I know not,
for I am stunned by her beauty.
Her magnificence is that of the world.
Cascading waterfalls, grazing deer, lush green furn.
She holds nature's splendor on her sholders. And kindness in her hands.
Life from the smallest dragon fly to the feircest pirate
searching just for a glimpse.
Around her flowers blossom like pink and white fireworks.
My harp, by which I play for her
a gift from herself. As long as she is here to listen
I shall play for The Mother.
I shall play
for Undine
