The birds, they sit and watch me as I think,
and deer wander near as I, in solitude, visit their yards.

Mountain lions warm their tails beside my fire,
and bears grumble a gruff hello when I tread upon our trail.

Children smile, reach for my hand,
and I delight in their love.

Pets, whose owners say “he never likes anyone”,
love me anyway, for nothing but kindness they see.

I am the world, and the world is me,
as we speed through our galaxy.

A spinning orb, we circle round a sun so hot
we shade our crown, and mingle in the beauty here.

I am the universe, and the universe is we,
together with me.

I am never lost, nor am I found,
for the land goes round, and round, and round.