Once again I’m feeling it, the need for Gaia’s calm;
the gentle wonder that I feel holding her guiding arm.
The wonder of the Spirit that flows out of a tree;
the wonder of that Spirit that soothes the soul of me.
I need to lie out in the wild while bathing in her love;
the joyous that comes to me from the Earth so high above.
Sometimes I need to touch the Earth to Ground myself again
so I can walk back into the ratrace, and do it feeling sane.