Gaia

I feel like the piece I typed in here called Mother Nature's Stepson was probably the best thing I've written over the past year or five, and in re-reading it I felt a touch 'spired to do a little rhyme-writin'...

I met this hippie chick named Gaia,

She was pretty, soft and cool

Perfect eyes as blue as oceans

Sparkling waves and tidal pools

But in the hills they turned to emeralds

In the snow they turned to ice

In the desert out in Utah once

I learned of the sacrifice

Seems that Gaia's touched with poison

She's been tasting for a while

It started getting pretty bad

'Cross these last two hundred miles

Every man that's come to Gaia

With his pockets full of lies

Has left her scarred and scared and punctured

And oftentimes barely alive

Every cheap and lazy vulture,

Every starving, greedy crow

They all go chasing after Gaia

And she's too nice to just say no.

So they take another piece away

And they feed upon her love

They will hold her skin above the flame

Until the day she says 'Enough.'

I can see it in her sparkle

I can feel it on her skin

Gaia won't take it forever

She'll be standing at the end

So I'm asking her to trust me

Maybe join me for a walk

That's just a parrot on my shoulder

That I'm trying to teach to talk

So he can tell us 'bout the jungle

And the smoke that's in the East

And the fight against the lurking

creeping

Fire-breathing Beast

I sound like Gaia when I say that

It's always this or that new cause

Everything's so personal

Who knew we had so many flaws?

But I just can't live without her

I can feel her everywhere

In the grass beside the creek out back

And in my little girl's long hair

See Gaia's not the marrying type

She simply too direct

But if you ever get to dance with her

Please show her some respect

Keep a proper distance

Let her get to know you first

See Gaia needs to feel your warmth

And not to be immersed

In your greedy exploitations

In your mining for the power

Behave yourself with dignity

And get her home at a decent hour

And tell her that I asked about her

I think I'll go and see her soon

The sun is rising over Gaia

But Gaia's dancing with the Moon.

--GG, 7/9/09