The womb of Mother Gaia is swallowing us whole,
Deep greens and earthy scents, relinquishing control,
Rough terrains contrasted by soft easy walking,
The magic of nature opened as we stood knocking!
I kept wondering why everyone was wearing shoes,
The sky was a dream of innumerable hues,
Constantly changing, television seems absurd,
The symphony of dusk should always be heard!