The golden fields that sway in the wind. 
Like the hair that flows around You. 
You bless the fields as You move through them. 

You are the rays of sunshine, that blankets the fields. 
You are the gentle rainfall, that sprinkles the crops. 

With each step You take, Your blessings make the fields fertile. 
With each step You take, springs forth the nourishment we need. 
With each step You take, You ensure we live another season. 

Those who honor You by caring for these fields 
Are blessed and protected by Your hand. 
But those who would seek to poison it, will feel Your wrath. 

You bring growth and renewal to those who plant them. 
You bring harmony and happiness to those that seek it. 

The Goddess of Golden Tresses. 
Your presence is ever comforting. 
You protect our fields and keep them fertile. 
You protect the soil that allows us to cultivate. 

In turn, we should respect and honor You. 
So that we may enjoy our blessings 
Until our web has ended.