In the land of the rising sun,

A secret god is known to some.

Okina Matara, the goddess of old,

A deity of secrets, a story untold.

She's the keeper of ancient lore,

A goddess of wisdom, a source of more.

Her secrets are many, her knowledge vast,

A hidden star that will forever last.

She's the goddess of the four seasons, вы

A symbol of nature, a source of reasons.

In spring, she brings the cherry blossoms to bloom,

A time of renewal, a time of impending doom.

In summer, she brings the sun's warm embrace,

A time of joy, a time of happy grace.

In autumn, she paints the leaves with gold,

A time of change, a time of stories untold.

In winter, she brings the snow to the ground,

A time of quiet, a time of peace profound.

In each season, Okina Matara does reign,

A goddess of mystery, a goddess of great fame.

Her secrets are hidden, her wisdom divine,

A goddess of power, a goddess of time.

She's the keeper of the universe's key,

A hidden star that will forever be.