The corners of her castle,
Summer, Autum, Winter, Spring.
Her Soldiers, her plantations,
Of forsert and thorny sprig....

Her Ladies and her first Maid,
Is the foods that she will grow.
She showers me with these lovely gifts,
Kindest heart I'll ever know....

Her workers are the birds and bugs,
That farmers all the land.
The animals her stable boys,
Weeding all the land they can....

Her army are the plants that grow,
She offers them most reason.
She holds controll of her many arms,
By giving them her seasons....

Her Mother is Queen Sunshine,
That cradles her by day.
By nurturing her and plenishing,
She keeps the cold away....

Her Father, is King Moon at night,
He's her candle in the dark.
He protects her with concerning eye,
With his sky of army sparks....

He peers out for the preditors,
That lurk around at night.
His biggest fear, is frost down here,
So he stays till morning light....

Then Queen Sunshine, comes around again,
His night shift, it is over.
And in amongst,
The lot of this,
They placed me in her clover....

She's my Sister, she's my guidance,
She gives me nothing but the best.
Sister Nature, now I thank you,
For making me,
The lands Princess....

Thank you nature.....