Friends of Gaia gather round, Open up your loving hearts Return the love you have received: Love the self, that first of much; Inspire the tired, lack-lustre ones, Fire them with the Earth's sure touch. Earth has bounty still in store. All creation joins the song (Nations clamour still for more), Delights to greet each golden crop Looks to man to mind the shop (Oh,shame, not all crops reach the shelves), Violence is to ourselves. Earth, begin again today!.......................................................................
A tad too late for your Thanksgiving, I tried to find a related theme. *Acrostic = The initial letters of each line spell out its theme.
