Meadowfoam, Meadowfoam,
Welcome home, Welcome home,
Once again you’re swaying in the wetland loam!
Sebastopol your special home
Your sweet petals,
themselves a poem!
Tell a tale of modern day greed,
The thwarted plan to build
houses for money,
When this wetland was home
to so many already.
… in his close encounter with the beautiful Gaia
Mars stumbles exhausted towards Earth, appearing through the atmospheric veil, like a brutal, broken knight of the Middle Ages. His visor thrown back, he peers out at the war torn continents, and falls to his knees in shock and horror. Everywhere he sees the devastation of this once lush and beautiful blue-green, dream, called Gaia. Tears tumble down his ruddy cheeks as he wails, “What have I done, Goddess forgive me, WHAT HAVE I DONE!”
