Poetry for Gaia

To be moved to tears by the smell of blossom:
We are all dancing on the back of a most phenomenal being.
Her presence is so strong that it melts into the back of our scattered awareness.
She asks us to remember
Her Value.
To be cradled in the wind and rain and be touched by something immense.
If we could wipe away the dust, every one of our cells would delight in being bathed in the
Golden juice of the Sun.
Deep inside, the children cry-
'Life is so valuable'

Anna Hunt