GAIA

Garnering a myriad colors from the sunlight
and sparkles from the silvery moon
She embraces nature in her wide bosom
and embellishes the cerulean sky.
No God can be born without a womb
Nor the devil without a mind,
Her loin spawns the firmament
as she breathes the universe into motion;
Her tears form the streams, the lakes,
the flowing rivers and the vast oceans,
Her milk forms the rolling clouds
and nourishes the flora and fauna,
She rides upon the wings of the wind
and heralds the sun-god each day
in its burning chariot.
 
When she shuts her eyes
she causes icy wilderness
When she opens them
It blossoms into the Elysian Fields.