A whisper from Gaia
A whisper from Gaia; mother of men.
Words thrown to the wild wind,
Unheeded by those who do not listen.
Words, if heard right, would sound in the young minds
Witches, Christians, Jewish Children and kin;
All be rested, as her loving words chime.
Patience as slow, decisive, speak the trees
Like their growth in this world, oak and maple;
Creaking with love as they catch the blessed breeze
Revealing needed love as best able.
So lapse into silence and pay much mind
To the rocks, trees, and winds as they speak for
Gaia, worshipping her, her love in kind;
For her advice is the only full cure.