Gaia Speaks © 2001 by Izolda TrakhtenbergI have done a good bit of traveling in recent years, and I've been fortunate enough to see some amazing things. When images particularly struck me, I wrote them down and recently, I put them all together into this song. I hadn't had a title for it for a long time and at a recent gig at the Berwyn Cafe, the audience picked the title by a show of hands (it was pretty much unanimous). The song is just me, a cappella, with a break at which point I play native american flute. Sometimes, however, I'm lucky enough to have percussionists join me on this song, and then it's magic. (The first and third verse of this song will appear on my upcoming release: "Sound the Deep Waters." I will add the middle verse to the next album. I envision that as I continue to have more and more adventures on this beautiful home of ours I will add to the song and release it in its new form for each subsequent CD.) Enjoy. Gaia Speaks
The desert sings in dark delight Raven cries "Hark" to the wind The gold trees their own message send
The mountains give a wise reply
Green
rolling hills langorously lie Stone
circles mark ancient fairy rings
The morning mist holds flowers close
Fallen leaves whisper secret truths
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