Earth gods

When the night of the twelfth aeon fell, And silence, the high tide of night, swallowed the hills, The three earth-born gods, the Master Titans of life, Appeared upon the mountains. Rivers ran about their feet; The mist floated across their breasts, And their heads rose in majesty above the world. Then they spoke, and like distant thunder Their voices rolled over the plains. A wonderful text of meowing poetry for environmentalists - and everyone who cares about the earth and its beings.