The Battle

As we battle now with Gaia; our fight against her care.

She stands in gentle silence; all offence she will bare.

Her heart is always willing; forgiveness is her art.

If we but reach out to her she will caress our heart.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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