Her name is Gaia
She is the goddess
Her image proclaims
Wonder and imaginings
Set upon a surface
Ecstatic and untamed
Nature is the hand
And existence the canvas
Abstraction upon purpose
Casting logic to the winds
Belief is the undiscovered country
And hope is the secret soul name
With glowing stars as paint
We can perceive the greater scene
Savoring the knowledge and wisdom
And the fire and the taste
Existence is not our creation
But we create
To celebrate
Creation is our parent
We are not tame
We are the child
Our nature is free
And our spirit is wild
