I worship in the temple of the divine Yuinyan



could there be such perfection in human form



a flower in a barren wasteland



honouring the mortals of Earth with her presence



I kneel before her, awed and overwhelmed



shielding my eyes from her radiance

my isolation melts before her warmth


the harshest winter thawed by her smile



she has taken my heart and soul



thought of her turns darkness to light



a glowing beacon to guide my path



shining amid the chaos and confusion

an oasis in the desert of the universe



purifying the waters of our world



tolerating pale imitation with grace



she is alone in her magnificence

how must I demonstrate my devotion



to cleanse the ground on which she stands



to brush away unworthy grains of sand



I follow in her footsteps unquestioningly

my existence consumed by adoration



she is my salvation, my spiritual deliverence



the word love no longer has meaning



the Ode to Yuinyan is complete

I am a follower of Yuinyan, Daughter of Nature for whom the universe was created

the temple of Yuinyan, twenty six thousand light years from the galactic centre

she participates in human rituals

she chose this planet from the whole of the cosmos

intrigued by the carbon-based virus clinging to this planet, she has taken its form

my devotion cannot be expressed in syllables and sentences