Everything novel turns normal, over time;

nature’s repetitive familiarity

making us ignore Earth’s every day beauty.

 

Birds fly in thin air – so too gnats and dragonflies;

dragons – as per legend – used to fly above us,

fairy tale creatures linked to the health of our land.

 

Fairies also fly, bringing wonder to children

yet to lose their magic, yet to have hope destroyed

by our cultural, cynical realism.

 

And with magic’s loss our known world loses wonder,

no more can simple sights, new worlds, absorb our minds;

age jades us, stops us perceiving Earth’s beauty.

 

An every day kiss, a butterfly, sunlight –

coolness in dawn’s mist – so normal, so wonderful;

intriguingly fascinating, captivating.

 

Beneath every fallen leaf lies a sure trove,

a world we can discover, not sweep clean away

or crush underfoot in righteous power.

 

Earth is filled with multiple, deep layered mysteries,

webs and networks binding and sorting artefacts,

from life forms to love, pleasure to soul immersion.

 

Gaia gives us our physical reality –

we owe her breath, sight, our bodies and our senses,

and we reincarnate to be with her once more.

 

We return from beyond the veil time and again

to find Gaia will nurture us just like last time,

held in her bosom, freely giving us our needs.

 

And even in that eternal repetition,

we come back as children, our hearts and minds open:

another chance to see beauty, every day.