From the cradle of earth, where green whispers dwell,
Mother of Herbs, with a tale to tell.
In the shade of the forest, where the wild dreams sway,
A message to Pegasus, to break and to stray.
O, Pegasus, with wings so pure,
Bound not by chains, let your spirit endure.
Society's shackles, like weeds, they entwine,
But you, dear soul, are of heavenly design.
In the fields where the thyme and the sage gently grow,
A song of freedom, let the cool breezes blow.
The mint and the basil, the rosemary's grace,
Each herb a reminder: seek your true place.
The meadow speaks softly, in lavender tones,
To the heart that yearns and the mind that roams.
Free your thoughts, like the seeds on the wind,
Find the courage within, where the wildflowers bend.
No longer a captive of the world's heavy hand,
Soar high above the mountains, over seas, over land.
In the echo of oaks and the murmur of streams,
Let your heart's deepest whispers fuel all your dreams.
O, Pegasus, with wings of might,
Embrace your truth and take your flight.
Break free from the vines that hold you tight,
Be the dawn in the darkest night.
Mother of Herbs, with wisdom so old,
Breathes life into the stories told.
Remember, dear Pegasus, the earth and the sky,
Are boundless realms for the spirits that fly.
So rise, noble steed, with grace and with pride,
Let the herbs of the earth be your faithful guide.
In every leaf, in every stem,
Find the strength to be, and to dream again.
For the soul of the Pegasus, wild and free,
Is a gift to the world, as vast as the sea.
In your eyes, the stars do gleam,
A reminder to all to pursue their dream.
Wings unfurled, heart unchained,
Fly, Pegasus, in freedom's name.
From the whispers of the herbs, hear this decree:
Live your truth, and forever be free.