Gaia

The soil and stone of the land is my skin

The water in the oceans and rivers is my blood

The trees and flowers that grow in the fertile grounds are my hair

And the wind and the breezes that flow over the lands is my voice singing.

You are part of me, or rather, I am part of you.  

when you lay upon the ground, you touch my body

when you drink the water, you drink my blood,

when you run your fingers across the grass, I feel them running through my hair.

and when you listen to the wind blowing, you hear my song.  

We are intertwined, connected, in need of eachother,

Embraced like two lovers dancing through time.

So why then do you scar by skin

And put poison my blood?

Why do you cut my hair

And leave only my voice to sing a sad song?