Kneading clay, she shaped and sculpted the culminating mounts and the bark that would be her skin. From her tears and blood, she drowned dry lands and deserts, creating seas and oceans. From her laughs and her joy, she sparked storms off which made her jolt and witness the blossom of her hair. Marvelling at her beauty, she invited her to dance around the blaze that would become the centre of her kingdom.

Earth, born from void. From the Creator’s love and a spark, your heart started to beat in the middle of a multitude of devastating waves. You withstood an audacious dance around the radiating blaze and from your sky we see the whole universe’s beauty.

Gaia, you fight. Divinity, you sit on the throne in space and time; giving life.

But is it the end of your reign?

Tearing yourself up to live. Under the mortified gaze of your little sister who watches you resist, you keep revolving to offer what’s most beautiful in the universe.

Admire her strength. Despite everything happening, Gaia recovers and resists. So small in the cosmic ensemble, you survive flames and stand up against torrential comets rains. Life will always find its way. From the start she watches you impose yourself, but you seem tired and you would like to rest.

Mutilate.

The Creator would like to find a life worthy of her. May her rage sweep you, may her scream create hurricanes and swirl the oceans of your tears. It is time for your reign to end.

Gaia, you fight. Divinity, you sit on the throne in space and time; giving life. Persisting.

Marvelling at your beauty, she invites you to dance around the blaze, the centre of her kingdom.

Time and space, forever and to the end, the Creator will watch her reign as queen.