Gaia sends her signals from deep within
tremors of neglect shaking her wounded body,
asking for help in so many ways
yet only drama compels attention
in these days of Narcissus.
She is not a mechanism for study
nor a faulty watch we can replace.
Is it possible the beauty she gives
is intended for us, to soften our hearts
and release our spring color?
Like Aladdin we possess a magic gift
to create from the wellspring of our hearts.
How would it be today if our one wish,
our one desire was for her?