Reawakened through circular time,
She is reborn in spring’s vivid shine.
Naïve her plea, yet wise she’ll be—
Through each new lesson, she will see.
Protected, though not from every fall,
She stumbles, and in pain grows tall.
First love in bloom, her heart undone—
A spark ignites. Creation begun.
The sands of time begin to shift,
She rises now, a radiant gift.
Unity. Strength. A mind set free.
She learns her truth in mystery.
Fruit she bears—through joy, through fight.
She nurtures fire, defends the light.
Reflecting on her maidenhood,
She gave too much—but meant it good.
She is the storm beneath the sea—
Her wrath, when hurt, flows violently.
Yet let her give, and you shall know:
No purer love than hers can flow.
Now here she sits, alone yet whole—
A goddess throned in weathered soul.
Her descent fluorescents beneath her feet;
She’s taken much, but given sweet.
She turns decay to something new,
Transforms the dark to morning dew.
She waits for winds to lift her high—
To rise again, a glowing sky.
Her heart still beats—though cracked, not gone.
Its broken rhythm carries on.
She leaves behind her memory:
A legacy. A family.
The Goddess Three.
