Monday, August 11, 2008

Gaia

Just bought a new nail polisher block. Super-duper fascinated with the effect it appeared to have on my nails after buffering. Can't stop but to stare at my nails all day.

Back to the main point. Well my annual Classic Disney Motion Pictures-Fever came back for me again. Only a little later than usual, but thats okay. As long as this old friend of mine didn't forget to pay me a visit, I'm fine with it. Recently, I'm addicted to a song from the Disney's Pocahontas, Colours of The Wind. A very fine song indeed. It sent me thinking about how badly human had treated earth, and made me realised everything on this earth has a life, in regardless if they are a living thing or not.

Heres the lyrics of the song. Its very meaningful, it makes me cry you know....

Colours of the Wind
You think I'm an ignorant savage,
and you've been so many places I guess it must be so,
but still I can not see if the savage one is me,
How can there be so much that you don't know, you don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on,
the earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
But I know every rock and trees and creatures,
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people,
Are the people who look and think like you,
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You learn things you never knew you never knew.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Come run the hidden pinetrails of the forest,
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth,
Come roll in all the riches all around you,
And for once never wonder what they're worth.

The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers,
And the heron and the otter are my friends,
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle in a hoop that never ends.

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
For whether we are white or copper-skinned?
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains,
Need to paint with all the colours of the wind,
You can own the Earth and still,
all you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind.
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It makes a whole lot of sense actually, and they are right. I mean take this line for example: "how high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you will never know."

Logical isn't it?
Gaia is suffering now, should we not spare a thought fo her?

(((Being environmental conscious)))
Jean