Gaia

Oh my mother, dear mother
In your green clothes
I love you so much I walk
Endlessly down your brown paths
To the roads
Where the wheels, they spin endlessly
Moto-roulette
And the great wheels, they grind our lives
Selflessly flat
So the green parks and ballparks
And carparks spread wide
And we bitch at the bitumen
Covering the hillside
So my mother, my mother
I search out the places
Where I can lie flat
With my face in your clover
And over and over
I whisper your name:
Gaia, great mother of
Mountain and valley