Gaia, my mother Earth

Gaia, in thy fields I stroll,

For thee made me discover my inner soul.

Your leafy boughs like a motherly embrace,

In your silence the truth I chase.

I wander in land barren and lush,

Babbling brooks and waterfalls that gush.

Your picturesque meadows for hours I lay,

The setting sun with each passing day.

Your chirps like frail music to the ear,

The cerulean sky so crystal clear.

Flowing golden rivers like your locks of hair,

Oh Mother Gaia, your charm I can’t compare. 

Bare twigs crackling under my feet,

Nothing bothers me, not the cold nor heat.

The lustre and gleam your eyes hold,

Expanding free branches that can’t be controlled.

Autumns teach me to let go,

‘Cuz when old leaves wither new ones grow,

Dancing in the sun that glisten,

With silence ‘n pleasure I listen.

I am never lost in your grove of trees,

For even the rustling has melodies,

You heal my wounds with an earthy smell,

Patience and grace in you dwell. 

Even your pointy thorns can’t disguise,

Passionate roses that appeal to my eyes.

Gaia, My lovely mother Earth,

To a world so vivid thou gave birth.

Humans, they want to tame this wild,

To make the forest floor checkered or tiled. 

Nostalgia of the times long gone,

When we treasured moonlight and dawn.

Toxins and pollutants in the air we inhale,

Under our feet crush the flower so frail.

Extinct animals for us to survive,

Surrounded by buildings, are we really alive?

Is this the ‘peace’ we dreamt?

Concrete, steel and cement.

Teach them mother to treasure the gift of life,

Before into your heart they poke their knife.