In twilight's hush, the Earth recalls,
When dinosaurs marched through verdant halls.
Volcanoes roared, a fiery birth,
Shaping landscapes, shaping Earth.
Through eons vast, her skin did change,
From molten rock to fertile range.
Oceans churned, a primal song,
Where life arose, diverse and strong.
She held the dance of sun and moon,
Witnessed the rise of every bloom.
From ancient ferns to redwood's might,
She nurtured life in day and night.
But age now whispers in her breeze,
Carving canyons, etching seas.
Glaciers crawl, a slow retreat,
Leaving scars where oceans meet.
Though wrinkles etch her once-smooth face,
Her spirit holds an ancient grace.
She cradles creatures, great and small,
And whispers tales to one and all.
So listen close, when winds do sigh,
Hear echoes of the Earth's old cry.
A plea to mend, a call to see,
The beauty held eternally.
Paul, you have expressed the feelings most musicians I know and have known truly feel. You captured it. You write from your soul — it is truly magical.
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