The Ode of Gaia

Chorus:My lady, my deity, the object of my praise 

Raise thy head, as thee looks upon us fondly

Take heed of our crops, which sustain our homes

Pomegranates and pears which give endurance

We beg, we plead, give your good graces to our land

My lady, my deity, your tenderness is our plea

Gaia:For whom do I wake for, as thou has gained grasp on a tranquil sleep

Chorus:Our woman, our divinity, pardon these mortal inquiries 

Gaia:The bliss of dormancy was always a feeble one, what troubles thee?

Chorus:A proud and plentiful harvest is what we ask of thee. Our land to sleep emerald and jade

Gaia:My children, my adorers, your tributes have elated me. With the rise of my hand I shall grace thy humble hills

Chorus:Bless our queen, our gracious queen, long will our providence be of abundance