Gaia smiles a scent of Flowers; she gives us in her fields

She prepares with seasons relentless plentiful meals

She maintains our Breathe never short of her exchange.

She knows without question our thought of fear of change.

Forgiveness is her nature, her given spiritual appeal

“O” Ancient Mother dear and near, gives us mercy despite our treacherous selfish Zeal.

Our perdition with unabating condition

“O” Ancient Mother has granted still life’s condition.

Perfections is your gift without ego, prejudice or slide of gears

“O” Ancient Mother are we un penitent, thoughtless and in arrears.

Precious Mother what do we know, blind, thoughtless stumbling in dirty Snow.

Mother GAIA you forgive our rise, our selfish unkindness with closed Eyes.

We cover, smoother, poison, pillaged and steal.

Your Glory, your Spirit, the pain you must feel.

Mother, Mother with tears in my EYES

I truly and sincerely apology.