The earth is love but
she has grown weary in her
tireless track through the
heavens
Ever spinning
Her morning face toward
the sun
Her evening contenance
turned toward the moon
Through endless night she
is hurled toward a banquet
of unreachable stars
She carries on her back a
restless humanity
A humanity who is dying for
lack of meaning and clear
destination
Turn on great one, turn on
For the spirit of life will
someday release you from an
inevitable decay
The children you've nurtured
will soon sleep in your dust
And you shall wake to a new
dawn where your precious leaves
of Autumn shall never wither~