Matricide

Maybe at first
We thought it would be wonderful
To tuck ourselves in
Amongst the green
And the richly scented
Life giving brown earth
We would be one with it all

But then we forgot ourselves
Lost our connection
Maybe we didn't ground ourselves everyday
Do you suppose we could do the things we do
If every single person connected with Gaia every morning?

At some point, we crossed a line
We decided instead of being a part of it
That we owned it
And all of it, just every single part
Will never be enough

And that changes everything