Earth's Ancient Muse

In the depths of her gaze, a world is born, Where tradition meets the whispers of the earth. Her lips, adorned with a disk of old, Speak of a beauty that's both fierce and told. The village behind, a backdrop serene, Echoes the stories of a culture unseen. Her neck, a canvas of layered tales, Where every bead and every strand prevails. In her presence, we find a mystic tie, To the land, to the ancestors, to the sky. A connection that runs deep and true, A testament to the spirit that shines through. She stands as a guardian of the past, A keeper of the secrets that will forever last. In her, we see the beauty of the wild, A reflection of the soul undefiled.