Mother is the wind, the earth and the sky,
The serenity of the flower and the leaf,
The softness of a child’s sigh,
The steadfastness of the mountain and the star,
The love of a Buddha
Mother, that’s what you are!
The breath may evaporate,
The body disintegrate,
Down the line the blood salt will flow,
The quiet flame of Goodness
And Kindness will glow,
In selective replication,
And keep alive,
The Virtue in you, Mother!