Tears
Families are torn apart by the flood
Of sadness, their lands reduced to mud,
Their lives shattered into myriads of knives
That all deafen and blind our eyes.
Some see it as ecological payback,
Others as the divine final attack,
I feel it down my spine, it's life,
Nothing else than our Gaia's main strife.
We cohabit, we borrow her lands,
She lends them happily, that's her stance,
But she has many children, fire and water,
Wind and soil, all she must flatter.
We're not alone, she and we are the same,
An entity greater than humanity's aim,
Gaia's the horizon between land and sky,
Gaia, who links beings and non-s in life.
