As you close your eyes,
Let your mind become as deep and clear as a mountain pool,
Ignore for now, the latent rolling thunder in your consciousness,
Feel the gentle breeze upon your skin, reviving, cool,
Imagine a peaceful woodland glade,
In all it’s perfection, by nature made,
The chuckling of a gentle stream,
Wending it’s way down through pastures green,
Listen…Can you hear her?
Can you feel her begin to stir?
Gaia….Mother Earth herself…She breaths!
Call forth the thunder….Unleash the storm!
Feel now, the oceans and seas, how they heave,
The tempest seethes,
The heavens open and the rain pours,
Orchestrate the lightning, bring the wind that roars,
And now that you have the fate of mankind in your hand,
DEMAND…..
Of man that he should pause…..
For he stands at the threshold of the door,
That once opened will bring upon mankind,
All the Gods’ imagined wrath and more,
Make him believe,
The time has come to see some sense,
And offer our Mother some recompense!