She breathed in all that harmed,
And breathed out life, ballooning,
Her Prana conducted all energy,
Until every flower, was blooming!
Her touch gave flowers their colour,
And her skin shared beauty with them,
The petals they all joined in formation,
Like an unseen, newfangled, rare gem.
Her eyes were stores of the spirit,
That butterflies swarmed in to feed,
Her gaze gave comfort to all beings,
Some in ecstasy, and some in need.
Her existence was one with all nature,
From heavens, she did draw her mana,
And dispersed it all, to every creature,
Through her wondrous, magical Prana.
Digipedia for Archan Nair
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