GAIA

Garnering a myriad colors from the sunlight
and sparkles from the silvery moon
She embraces nature in her bosom
and embellishes the cerulean sky.

No God can be born without a womb
Nor the devil without being 
conceived in the mind,
Her loin spawns the firmament
as she breathes the universe into motion;
Her tears form the streams, the lakes,
the flowing rivers and the vast oceans,
Her milk, the rolling clouds
nourishing the flora and fauna,
She rides upon the wings of the wind
and heralds the sun-god 
in its burning chariot each day.
 
When she shuts her eyes
she causes icy wilderness
When she opens them
It blossoms into the Elysian Fields.