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Earthsong
There
was a stillness in the air,
And yet the earth was singing
A Gaia song of time and rhythm,
Of sun and seasons, moon and tides,
Of ages past and years to come;
The planets changeless harmony
Sustained from its beginning.*
And I said to the lark soaring on high,
What do you see?
I see the curved earth and the fields of gold,
I see the pearled dew on the morning webs
And the rich ripe fruit and the insect swarms,
Yes, theres still enough food and the air is still clear,
And life is still fine,
And theres still time, theres still time,
So lets not throw it away.
And I said to the deer, deep in the woods,
What do you see?
I see the tender vines in a race for the sun,
I see the branches bent low with bright spring growth
And the warm forest floor with a bed of ferns,
Yes, theres still enough food and the grass is still sweet,
And life is still fine,
And theres still time, theres still time,
So lets not throw it away,
Lets not throw it away.
And I said to the dolphin, surfing the swells,
What do you see?
I see the dancing shoals that shimmer and dart,
I see the radiant reef-fish in coral plumes
And bright-eyed squid in the waving weed,
Yes, theres still enough food and the waters still clean,
And life is still fine,
And theres still time, theres still time,
So lets not throw it away,
Lets not throw it away,
Its earth, its our home and its all that we know,
So lets not throw it away.
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Gaia, bright jewel,
Floating free in space,
Wondrous, precious place,
Sheltering, nurturing life in all its myriad forms,
Shielding us from the burning sun through the daylight hours,
Holding life sustaining warmth through the darkest night,
Spreading out before our eyes verdant forests, fertile plains,
Source of beauty, source of power,
From towering, mist-wreathed mountains to surging ocean swells,
Bright coral seas to wind-swept snows,
Oh Gaia, our miracle planet, our home.
And I said to the earth, spinning in space,
What do you see?
And there was silence in the air,
And I said, Lets not throw it away,
Lets not throw it way,
Its earth, its our home and its all that we know,
If we spoil it, destroy it weve nowhere to go,
So lets not throw it away.
This glorious garden that Gaia supplies,
What do we do if it withers and dies?
Its our refuge in space, its our whole life place,
Yet it does not belong to the human race,
Weve a duty of care we should stand and face,
So lets not throw it away.
Gaia, bright jewel,
Floating free in space,
Wondrous, precious place,
Sheltering, nurturing life in all its myriad forms,
Shielding us from the burning sun through the daylight hours,
Holding life sustaining warmth through the darkest night,
Spreading out before our eyes verdant forests, fertile plains,
See, though daunting depths of space
The desolate, soulless planets, their songs extinguished long ago,
This is our hope: we will survive,
And keep Gaias miracle alive.
Copyright
© Christopher J. Marshall 2004
*First 7 lines from 'A Certain Stillness' copyright © Jocelyn
M. Marshall, 1990
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