When all is clear but folk are blind
and there’s no path that we can find,
it’s then we must look to the past;
there’s wisdom in shadows it’s cast.
They tell of ways that worked before;
the ways that tallied Gaia’s score.
For Gaia’s seen so much unknown;
she’s nurtured us until we’ve grown.
And now that we are all grown up
we shatter her sustenance cup;
we deny the truth that bought us here
and so we bring our own end near.