The Gaia Proverb
Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her sweep you home.
You'll be met with sights and shelter.
She's a gentle guide, pathway through the toll.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her mark good cheer.
You'll have to dance with mirth.
She's a wise face, doctor for the soul.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her taste your mourning.
You'll skirt tombs to carry on.
She's a hard one, yet lives without bone.
And take a left at the willow tree.
To let her thrive on your off course.
You'll be tasked with the long forgotten.
She's a stranger, yet remains well known.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And she'll lead you through the fog.
You'll cry and wail, yet not doubt the heavy murk.
She's a leper, a leader, an ally.
So take a left at the willow tree.
For she is what stops your wayward course.
You'll be lost without her hidden road,
She is your one eternal goodbye.
And let her sweep you home.
You'll be met with sights and shelter.
She's a gentle guide, pathway through the toll.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her mark good cheer.
You'll have to dance with mirth.
She's a wise face, doctor for the soul.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her taste your mourning.
You'll skirt tombs to carry on.
She's a hard one, yet lives without bone.
And take a left at the willow tree.
To let her thrive on your off course.
You'll be tasked with the long forgotten.
She's a stranger, yet remains well known.
Take a left at the willow tree.
And she'll lead you through the fog.
You'll cry and wail, yet not doubt the heavy murk.
She's a leper, a leader, an ally.
So take a left at the willow tree.
For she is what stops your wayward course.
You'll be lost without her hidden road,
She is your one eternal goodbye.