A pleasant fragrance of a wildflower
Blends to human survival, a breath of air.
It comes out from an elegantly-shaped, alive figure
Half-filled with a divine, feminine fluid.
The aroma lingers all around the little dwelling,
Making it welcoming and warm,
Magically dissolving worries and pain,
Hugging disapprovals and discards of society,
Spiritually lifting and eternally loving,
Serenely metamorphosing a house into a home.
Breathe in that wild feminine fragrance,
Arising, traversing from her,
She, who possesses the strength to bear and bring,
A cosmos and paint a home for it, forever
She is an honest witch called woman,
She is a mother.