Gaia

At century’s turn, the fulcrum was placed By foreknowing sages with brightness graced. Obscured in low-lit chamber den deep beneath ground, Prophets three incur gateway to foresights once found. Bestowed with time’s patterns and mobility Three see Earth approach fatal infertility. Incense adrift, clar’ty soaking through hooded hair, Simultaned senses accrue, anointing them aware. Shadows of looming events distill into forms: One path rooting renewal, the other stemming storms. Prophet Sheegaun propels smoke at asphyx’ated fern; With dawning dread he beheld the round urn Holding peat loam sprouting green with now withered grey tips. No self-defense could save earth from atomic eclipse! But knowledge of creatures, justice and plants Could certainly blend to alter Earth’s lapse. Science, the great gift, and Mana, the soul, May sanctify mankind’s oncoming blow. Bograu, wise speaker of trite rationale, Conferred his thoughts to his brethren locale: “Just as seeds so small do sprout and give green, So must we plant our stratagem supreme. If Good be o’ercome by deadly lust for wealth, So too will darkness collapse in on itself. For Earth to inherit new-hearted breeds, We must place deep into ground such like seeds. Better further, no lurk’d deceit shall ebb If all were tangled in mind-spanning web.”