In Memory of Gaia.

An Iron Age Media Prompt - The Homesick.

In Memory of Gaia.

When sky cried a tear that brought,
eternal night, we set forth,
and dug deep down, shelter we sought,
through dust and ash and thirst and drought,
we dug, we dug, forsaking the north.

In the earth’s bosom, deep we dug,
ever deeper down, we sung,
songs of old, of wind and rain,
we look back up in hope, in vain,
that we would walk the lands again.

Now memory in times long past,
of emerald pastures rolling, vast,
of apple trees and hops and wheat,
and mountains high with veiled peak,
blue sky a mirror on lake contrast.

Solitary hope, a light in the dark,
not so deep we cannot see,
remnant of forgotten sky,
a yearning that brings a tear to the eye,
never wholly did we forsake,
teetering on the brink, we wait,
for a time we can walk again,
on Gaia, our homeland, with our kin.

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