Gaia Gravitas

Dearest green mother; Tis your godly soul brother… Self recycled my vibration… Synchronized to your beacon station… Simplicity to your mystery, cycles of reincarnation… Intelligent resource utilization… Prevents our home degradation… Mans being enchanted by another tangible green… Love for money cloaks discernment from containing valued meaning… You shake cities attempting to wake them from the poisoned apple sleep… Eat pure from your organic skin, reverses idiocies that herd the fearful sheep… More and more each day, numbers grow; who see rhythm from your way… Harmony is the true course… Reconnect from giving love back to our life source…