Gaia’s Plan

Please, don’t sweep the leaves away – Their essence gives to life’s decay. Never hack the flowers down –Their colours bless the laughing clown.Now why the mowing of the lawn? The severed grass will lie forlorn.Let our flora live undressed, Or under Man, will toil repressed! I, the tree of standing still –Erect and proud, and stout of will, Aglow with motley bark of earth –Advance my roots for all they’re worth, Internalising Nature’s bowelsTo snag the devil, tweak his jowlsAnd pull his hairs from whence they grow! I’ll destroy his pagan showOf Homo sapiens’ disrespect! The humble ape must reconnectWith Gaia’s plan!