An Ode to Gaea

 
Illustration by  Brooklyn Seibold

Illustration by Brooklyn Seibold

 

Some look to the woods, to indulge themselves in beauty,
Where leaves knit themselves a quilt, blending together,
Where the infinite universe expands as far as the eye can see,
The sight of aging oaks that invigorate you with their candor.

Where leaves knit themselves a quilt, blending together,
You’ll find dandelions that hang in tranquility,
The sight of aging oaks that invigorate you with their candor,
And hollow hearts are supplemented by hollow wooden trees.

You’ll find dandelions that hang in tranquility,
Amateur cricket violinists are sat patiently underneath
And hollow hearts are supplemented by hollow wooden trees.
We hum softly to the symphony, the echo of the nearby creek.

Amateur cricket violinists are sat patiently underneath
Our bare skin; grass tickles the soles of our feet.
We hum softly to the symphony, the echo of the nearby creek.
The clouds dance to the same sound, to which our heart beats.

Our bare skin; grass tickles the soles of our feet
And petunias and daisies giggle at human touch.
The clouds dance to the same sound, to which our heart beats.
In the chilled air of a patient evening, wind crumbles to dust

And petunias and daisies giggle at human touch.
We sob in gratitude, rain substituted by sorrowful teardrops.
In the chilled air of a patient evening, wind crumbles to dust,
Straining and reaching for the glittering heavens above.

We sob in gratitude, rain substituted by sorrowful teardrops
To water the magnolias that grow in our guts,
Straining and reaching for the glittering heavens above,
We wish for berries to color our lips, dirt to gush from our paper cuts.

To water the magnolias that grow in our guts,
We long to visit the haven where reality passes us by.
We wish for berries to color our lips, dirt to gush from our paper cuts
And with the desire to escape on the mind, it is clear to see why:

We long to visit the haven where reality passes us by,
Where the infinite universe expands as far as the eye can see.
And with the desire to escape on the mind, it is clear to see why
Some look to the woods, to indulge themselves in beauty.


When she's not dramatizing mundanity or appreciating Neoclassicism, Yasmine Chokrane (15) can be found writing (then deleting every single sentence she writes) or reading anything she can get her hands on. She also loves to: get lost on the streets of New York City (where she lives), overuse the Oxford comma, indulge herself in experimental tea blends, gush over various floral arrangements, or listen to music that sounds like audible anxiety

Yasmine Chokrane