Many moons and many suns
Ago when I was old
I met Someone Who still beckons
For His story to be told
He sang "You�ve made forests into lawns
Cut through mountains with your might
And once each day�s sunlight is gone
You conjure up new light!
"You�ve domesticated the dawn
Made a beast of cool, sweet night
Yet you observe your miracles with a yawn
As your fancies take to flight!"