Cybele Collection - Where Life Is Soft & Love Is Born

She walks in fields where daisies grow,
With golden thread and winds that blow,
The earth, it sings beneath her feet,
In every bloom and each heartbeat.

She wears the sun in amber strands,
And carries spring in open hands,
Her voice is stitched in vine and fern,
In every tree, her secrets burn.

Hear her hush in honeyed meadows,
See her gown in morning shadows,
Cream and gold, her sacred dye,
The harvest hums when she walks by.

Oh Cybele, wildflower mother,
Queen of seed and sky and cover,
Guide us home through bloom and thorn,
Where life is soft, and love is born.