The earth brings forth abundant gifts
Innumerable trees and fruits
Unbound tall peaks with endless snow
Wild rivers flowing to and fro
No soul can breathe without its air
Nor feed his body on his own
The lowliest as well as kings
Are tied to it by vital strings
Though men dwell live in tall abodes
Eat tasty morsels from fine plates
Their structures rest on humble ground
All food in its dark bowers found
Life's channels are much like the cord
That feeds an infant ‘ere he's born
And when he sees the light of day
Another cord must show the way
Unseen untouched but always felt
Are bands from heaven's great blue girth
Without them life is dry and small
Not worth a tinker's dam at all
It's best to keep feet on the earth
Where nourishment and shelter dwell
With eyes turned up toward the sun
Connecting to the only One.
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