Gaia Poem by Scott Forster

A Hymn to you, my beauty.

Gone are your resplendent blooms
flowers from earth sunk wombs.
Feral creatures hidden in burrows,
as snowflakes hit
the brow it furrows.

Ice scrapped from the windscreens
the mournful remains of a wilting world.
a natural quiet
broken by human life -a- riot.
While manmade splendor is on display,
your bountiful greens have always faded away, not much left but brown and bleak.

See how the frost snaps the lungs
somewhat unconcerned with your depart
and from ferns to seas
we watch awaiting ye!
to return upon your throne and repopulate this home.

With new birth, spring, from new earth.
All the daffodils speak of you as missed,
all the world receives your kiss.

Oh high! Oh high!
The world is full of joy
so alive, as am I!
your shining smiles, restore the warmth to my blood
and life bestows on me a gentle love.
Blue sky optimism, ice cream curb sides, tender care-
Happy to be around you again
and to rise to your welcoming den.

Such is why
I am tempted to cry
as you age into grey haired decay
gifts once given, slowly drifting away.
..You see them, those since gone
how silly are we to try to trick and treat our way into your song.
But we try to comfort
as you fall to the floor
carrying on this cycle, once more......

...I end where I have begun....