Earth from Worldscape by The Seneschal Arrives

in the hold
of stone and dirt
writhing like a newborn
lost

<earth chant>

the planes come clear
portals to new life
comets, oceans, steaming peaks
wondrous gift

vast it stretches, high it soars
mother of the ultra soul
its humid insides, hot to the touch
you are but the mole
in its back garden

as the sky breaks
all overflows with bounty
no touch of man
can sully its beauty
(power to mother)

crashing storm and rainfall
the slickening ground breathes and heaves
awoken at last the mind inside
the soul of the sand and the leaves

power to mother
devoured by mother

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