Gaia’s Gown

When motivation falls so low
you’ve lost the rhythm of life’s flow.
Nothing in life seems quite worthwhile
when every look’s one more fake smile,
your brain’s inspired but not your heart,
there is no beauty in life’s art,
you know deep down there is no hope,
and for some straw you feebly grope;
it’s then you know it’s time to be
out in a forest wild and free.
Just one day listening to the trees
will bring that feeling to it’s knees;
so when you feel life get you down
just wrap yourself in Gaia’s gown.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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