Gaia

Amazing colors of the setting sun are thickening.
Crimson, fiery red, shining gold and white reflections - all of them now are giving the way to the night blue of the endless starry sky.
You’re still a baby, and you’re not invited to tribal evening fires yet, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to just listen from the shadows, right?
Adults won't know that you're here and I won't tell them, I give you my word!

An old grandma - shaman in a white, like her braids, fur cap, will start the strange song.
This melody will be just a thin stream until it is picked up by the loud voices of adults.
- Gaia! – cries a little woman who yesterday played among the children of the tribe.
- Gaia! – roars White Buffalo, the best warrior of your village.
- Gaia! Gaia! Gaia! – thin and rough, sonorous and deaf voices sound, echoing over the heavy stone arches of the cave.

- Gaia? – you ask me in a low whisper. - What is it?
With shadows silvered by the moon, I'll smile back at you:
- Who. This is our Mother.
Her hair is greener than a grass, and her eyes just like that lake in their pure blue colour. Her breasts have been feeding me and you since our birth, baby.
-But my mom has black hair! – your voice become too loud. Perhaps adults could have heard it if not for their song.
- Gaia is the land on which we stand, little brother, the water that we drink, the berries that we eat. Mother Gaia is both a blue sky and a bright sunny bunny on your skin. She is a mother for everyone who lives on Her.
Your, completely childish, black beads - eyes, stared into mine, black and huge, almost hidden with brown fur from a sloping bear's forehead.
An important understanding just has come to you, little brother - human.

From an ant to a big whale, we are all brothers and sisters. Daughters and sons of Gaia, the Mother Earth Herself.
Keep this knowledge carefully, kid.
- Grow up worthy of her boundless Love. – i'll whisper to you with the wind, before i disappear forever.