Nature

The midnight wind sings in the trees 
As the birds and leaves join in the feast, 
Gaia's children march under boughs 
Brought as gifts of songs and seeds. 
 
In crowns and garlands of twisted blooms 
Dancing the prayers in threes and fours, 
Generations passing the magic of growth 
So the wind can sing forevermore. 
 
And on they press under the veil 
Of stars that stain the cloak of night, 
Parents sway in Zephyr's embrace 
To summon the creation of morning's light. 
 
Unborn cousins rest in folds 
Cradled by Gaia and her love, 
To be woken by the father's tears 
Falling from the heart above.

Gaia's Children