I see with what the sun shines upon
and what the rain soothes with its touch
the winds of beauty and appreciation are felt through experience
the calls of the birds bring serenity and a bliss if the times not amiss we feel released
the trees forgiving sway the leaf fall were it may breathe for me one another would say
the pray of the clay to be precious amongst men wen art becomes friend giving still is the land sky sea god within three does eye upon deed and watch the mans seed grow into his need
to fashion his own disease still the people do plead
and ask to be freed and the trees remain silent and the walls of the tyrants try to build on all climates were diaster can't find it the friction is winded against one another pitted for pillage over gaias stores the vampires runs free i shall not take part in these things for i well wish to repent and all could be simple if we could unite to cope with the current situations to benifit us all gaia needs our help as we walk on...if we are too