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This is a poem I wrote (ironically) before I had heard of Gaia Online.

Honor of Gaia (by me!)

From her sacred and nurturing womb, our bodies were formed;
through her generous harvest, modern humanity thrives;
in her scars and shattered bones, we find our conveniance;
though we slap and abuse her, she still gives without complaint;
when we hunger for more, she is there to fill us up;
yet as our hearts grow more demanding, her wealth is running dry;
she wishes to give us more, as a mother always will;
but our progress to the future will be shortlived;
if we can't learn to live with her, to help as she helps us;
then we will such out all her life, like the parasites we are;
unlike her noble warriors, who fight to stay alive;
she lays down her pride, for the sake of her children;
her honor and valience keep her from fighting back;
she takes the pain of our greed with a smile on her face;
because she knows a little secret about the human race;
she knows one day we'll die in her safe and loving arms;
for from her dust we were created, and to her dust we must return;
so at the end of the journey, we really can't compare;
mother earth is the victor,
the creator,
life-taker,
beginning,
end,
and everything in between,
so live in honor of Gaia...