On northern moor
She rises high,
A pillar of strength
Weathering gales and sunsets.
She loves all her daughters
Not one is forgotten,
Not even me!
For you see,
We\'re uncountable.
I touch her rough skin,
Feel the power within,
Her spirals and namesakes
A million prayers.
She seems warm to the touch
Like the mother
I crave so much,
She stands tall, and will still,
When all else is gone,
And she\'ll still love her daughters,
Under the moon and the sun.