Charge of Gaia
by Bird

I am the hope contained in the white
First stirrings of light heard in the night

I am the stag and the bird singing
The sound of the singers and silver bells ringing

I am the mother, the crone, the young child
The blossoming flowers, the greenwood, the wild

I am the seed and I am the flower
Containing the maiden within the soft bower

I am the heart that gives rise to the grain
Feeling the sun as it rises again

I am the green of the fertile field
Providing the harvest, the reaper the yield

I am the leaf and the bare branches
Reflecting the visions of autumn’s last dancers

I am the first and I am the last
Born from the primordial dust of the past

Daughter of Chaos, made from the stars
First among men with awe in their hearts