For a life, in the dirt, greet the sun,
Before you come undone,
To the trees, to the leaves, say your prayer,
'Til no soul is left unaware.
For the brooding, 'fore the breeding, teenage lust,
Under Earth, a place untowardly just,
To the past, little thing, I stood there,
Yet unaware of the ancient prayer.
Over land, over yards, come to dance,
All these mountains, you entrance,
For the crows, in the sky, form a feast,
You’ve sat long, and grown like yeast.
Your parents, the lovelies, we met before,
And on such dates you open a door,
For the soil, as royals, show your face,
An annual summons, to this place.
For the future, toil en masse,
A point of worship, for Gaia’s mass,
Build a cloud, a crawling mass,
Ill rejoice, apart from the fear of the mass.
Leave the old, like the skin that you molt,
Soon the children will come to life with a jolt,
And like us they rush under Earth,
To mine-homes, of untold worth.
Hear my call, little clock, come to play,
Keep my harmony, through light of day,
In the turning, eternal reforming,
With the Goddess, forever rejoicing.
Let my will, flood the tunnels, under foot,
On the path of gold, you input,
For tomorrow, for the people that are hollow,
My spell, I ask you swallow.