You waited so long to heed us, earthdeirdre,
Almost we pruned you, as we may yet prune your branches.
-- Lady Deirdre Skye,
"Conversations with Planet"
Almost we pruned you, as we may yet prune your branches.
-- Lady Deirdre Skye,
"Conversations with Planet"
Related:
- You are the children of a dead planet, earthdeirdre,
and this death we do not comprehend. We shall take... - You are orphans, earthdeirdre, your homeworld already buried
so young among the aeons.
Yet now you fill the skies where we watched a million... - We welcome you, earthdeirdre and earthwheat and earthtree as
honored guests,
for you add great power to our ancient song-- ... - Eternity lies ahead of us, and behind.
Have you drunk your fill?
Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with... - No longer mere earthbeings and planetbeings are we,
but bright children of the stars! And together we shall... - I believe Planet will talk to us if we are willing
to listen.
These fungal stalks behave as multistate relays: taken... - The fungus has been Planet's dominant lifeform since about
the time of the Lower Paleozoic on Earth.
But when, once every hundred million years or so, the... - In the great commons at Gaia's Landing we have a tall and particularly
beautiful stand of white pine,
planted at the time of the first colonies. It represents... - Having now established a secure perimeter, we have made ourselves
relatively safe from enemy incursions.
But against the seemingly random attacks by Planet's...
From the same category:
- It is altogether fitting that we who have sailed the deeps of
space now return again to the sea.
This is in many ways a water planet, and it can be... - Planet's atmosphere, though a gasping death to humans and most animals,
is paradise for Earth plants. The high nitrate content... - I saw the alien phalanx coming toward us, and I calmed my mind as Kri'lan had taught
me.
And what I saw next to the phalanx was a shadow regiment... - That sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes... - God, from the mount of Sinai, whose gray top
Shall tremble,
he descending, will himself, In thunder, lightning...
