Majestic beauty which thrills the soul,
Though countless ages have taken their toll.
Gentle and nurturing, selflessly giving;
Her outstretched arms shelter the living.
I feel her love so vast and pure,
For every ill, she has the cure.
I bask in the wonder of it all;
Within my heart, I hear her call.
In beautiful colors of crimson and gold,
A glorious sunset will unfold.
She paints the leaves an autumn hue,
With lakes and streams a sparkling blue.
She holds the seasons in her hand,
And brings sweet rain to cool the land.
Her bounty is free, for all to share;
Her rule is just, and always fair.
I kneel in homage to my queen;
Ruler of all my eyes have seen.
I owe her much more than words can say;
A debt far greater than I can repay.
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