Gaia Circles

Every child born of woman

In passion's pleasure-sparked seed

Seeks the breast of the mother

In time of comfort or need

And the breast of the mother

Becomes the child in us all

And we all soon discover

We come to her when she calls

And the year wheel turns Gaia's circles

And the earth floats in starlight

Heaven's bright fetal seed

And breathes life in the shadow

Of sunlight's passion-sparked seed

And the wealthy in sorrow

With the poor who are blessed

At the end of our season

We turn to her

And the year wheel turns Gaia's circles