Gaia Breathes
A gentle sigh through the long grass,
Sending ripples across the meadows
Like waves across a pond,
Carrying the whispers of eras.
A roaring in the trees
Shaking branches and bending mighty trunks
Like the crash of great rollers on a shingle beach;
The roar of dragons.
Gaia breathes.
Driven by sun,
Ruffling the hair,
Giving relief,
Driving the clouds
To replenish the land,
Bringing back life,
Gaia breathes.
Opher – 20.4.2020
As I went on my daily walk a gentle warm breeze was blowing in my face. I watched the clouds scurry across the sky and hoped I wouldn’t get rained on.
I watched the breeze move across the fields rippling the grass. I heard the wind rattling the leaves in the trees.
It felt like the breath of a living thing.