The Book of Mother Earth, Started a just a seed, Watered night then Light, Grew from Nature’s leaves, Lost and battered souls, Finding brighter goals, Pages path’s to pastures new, While there is chapter’s lost in Autumn dew, Word’s are steps and daily actions, Dance in your Jungle and avoid distraction.

The Book of Mother Earth, Made from branch, stem and tree, Shaped by winds of mouths considered free, Paths have been taken, Third Eye awakens, The darkness has gone, when it all went wrong, So let’s change the chapter, Find a happily ever after, Let’s get our souls fulfilled, For the joys in Life we’ve killed, Leaves die off and form the new, An existence worth living, for me and for you, Seconds, minutes, hours, days, Weeks, months, years, decades, If the caterpillar had already knew, Then maybe the butterfly would have never flew.