Gaia

A solitary flower stood
among the pines and wept for God
who had abandoned her that grows,
in whose veins naught but water flows,
expecting her to die and rot.

Yet there another watcher still
awaits the seasons to take course,
’till spring will ring alive once more,
’till flowers flower like before -
Since she’s eternal natures source,
what God did, Gaia never will.