Killing Gaea

How nice it feels
when it trickles down
cold droplets on face
from heavens above
on a scorching day.

The breath you take
deep within
of wet leafs
and overgrown moss
the mirky scent
of old musky trees.

Your mind wanders
while praising
the divinity of nature
the only true mother
of us all
you are lost to all
because you are forever home.

Then your insides sadden
when you say goodbye
to your mother
dreading that it
could be the last time
as your siblings plunder
raise havoc and deceit
killing Gaea in her sleep.