O Mother Earth, we shan’t despoil
The place we come to learn and toil
The oceans blue should never boil
The ground below — the sacred soil
Should bring forth life, and never roil
Can we release this mortal coil?
O Gaia fair, our home divine
Of gardens green, from root to vine
Of ancient songs and heady wine
Of creatures found from land to brine
Of mountains tall, that you enshrine
Have we your children crossed the line?
O brothers, sisters, come to hear
The music of this earthly sphere
That we together have no fear
Of miracles that will appear
When we allow a healing tear
Then magic harmony is near!