I still can glimpse the heady days
when we lived by sweet Gaia’s ways;
we danced and sang and knew the truth
that comes before the loss of youth.
We saw the path, defined it clear;
that future that we held so dear.
At first we waded  ‘gainst the stream
in search of that elusive dream.
But then we left it lost in the haze,
embracing capitalism’s ways.
We turned the Earth once cherished dear
into a place of hate and fear.
The wars we fought, the forests lost;
we never stopped to count the cost.
We blundered on in greed and lust,
those things once brought us all disgust.
We gorged ourselves at Gaia’s table
for no reason ‘cepting we were able.
We wandered lost ever so long;
a tune living without a song.
With rhythms lost in our own mind
to Mammon we did quickly bind.
We learned to buy the cheap tricks ‘truth’
to pretend we were still in our youth
but in our hearts was Scrooge himself;
his money jar upon the shelf.
We’d lost the answers to our quest,
so then we simply fudged the test.
Perhaps the children now do know
just which way the waters flow.
Perhaps it’s them who’ll show the way
to once more be alive and play.
Unlike the deadness I now see
upon the streets in front of me.
The sparkle in the eyes of youth
is the clear gaze of Gaia’s truth.
Perhaps if we regain that flare
we can relearn to love and care.