Everything Gaia (Sensitive Child)
I see that your dress is made of all the living flowers of the world
I can see the rainbow gown of a mystical smile
Your ergonomic eyes are turning
All the wicked wiles they’re gurgling
Glug, giug, glug, like a dead bug, bug, down the plughole
I mean what, what else can we do but pray for rainbows
For our sensitive children.2.
I feel that the rest is made of all the little waves of sound
And using a dynamic unknown to the masses, she turns
Herself blue and green and round….
She’s a sensitive child, she’s a girl turning wild
She is everything Gaia, she is ‘home’ beneath Maia.
Treat her kindly!
Buried in the dust of the soil erosion
She’s waiting in the wings for the Soul
With the power of the churning of the Earth’s Blue Oceans
She is learning how it feels to be free.
She’s a sensitive child, She’s a girl turning wild,
She is everything Gaia, She is ‘home’ beneath Maya,
Treat her kindly
She is you.
by Simon Groves
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