Earth | PerfumeGAIA does not have but one gown, not one dress to come to the joining of the worlds, her sweeping forests sing sweetly from the sap and the tree, her rising hills dressed in shimmers of orange light and red rock marble, the wondrous way, bathed in light or dressed in darkness still screaming the celebration of life. White sands and weathered rock, another mile on the road logged long into the senses, this one sweet world around which we are