As time comes to pass,
The Great Wheel ever turning
Through the course of centuries,
Our Mother's magic fades slowly
As more and more children come from Her womb.
Her breath becomes more toxic,
Her womb undernourished from lack of lifeblood,
Her skin burning away and cracking
as we take more and more.
She cries as the fever takes hold.
Help Our Mother;
She who has loved, birthed and weaned us.
It is now our turn to take care.
Gaea, we will do our best.
Don't give up on your children