To Gaea, mother of all of life and oldest
of gods, I sing,
You who make and feed and guide all
creatures of the earth,
Those who move on your firm and radiant
land, those who wing
Your skies, those who swim your seas, to
all these you have given birth;
Mistress, from you come all our harvests,
our children, our night and day,
Yours the power to give us life, yours
to take away.

To you, who contain everything,

To Gaea, mother of all, I sing.

—Homeric Hymn to Earth