From the deep cove it flows

Towards a flesh bundle called infant.

In the veins and capillaries

The fluid of love journeys

Along the way it scatters

Nutrients of growth and physical builders

Cell rejoice, happier than cheerers

For The gift colostrums, sickness fighter

A wealth it is but cost nothing

Only a mother’s love to the little one

This fluid of milk becomes a bond

This milk of strength nourishes this land