In verdant vale and azure coil,
Find I solace in aether’s toil,
Part of Gaia’s fertile soil,
In Her nature, ever loyal.
Ephemeral essence, sweet and fleet,
In Her beauty, life’s true beat,
That verb of life, profound, replete,
In Her rhythm, find I seat.
This aura, this gest, this I,
In Gaia’s bosom, low and high,
To thine essence nigh,
This life, this stuff, this sigh.
Lydia Vvinters 