In whispers soft as morning’s dew,
The world around us hums with care.
The sun bestows its golden hue,
To warm the heart and mend despair.
The moon with silver light does sing,
A lullaby for weary souls.
The stars in quiet vigil bring,
A map to guide where love unfolds.
The trees, they sway with tender grace,
Their branches cradle dreams we chase.
The rivers carve their gentle way,
To hold our tears through night and day.
Our kin, our friends, with open hands,
They weave a net of warmth and trust.
The earth, the sky, in chorus grand,
They lift us from the ash and dust.
O Devi, thou gentle One,
Thy boundless love in all does run.
When life grows dim, when shadows fall,
Thy caring heart will never cease.
In radiant bloom, beyond our call,
Thou birth us new in endless peace.
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