Proud and tall, from the earth you came,
And it from you, or so it goes,
The speeding streams and agile winds
Were there to spread your fame:
"Worry not, they're not our foes,
They're here for us, or so it goes."
You gave a fertile look to all there is,
You thought it all belonged to you,
For all is made from the eye that sees,
But there may be others watching, too.