Cast thy ego and bow thy head,
I weaved a trail would you like to tread?
Draw thy gaze and cast thy fear,
My legions hail what you have come to hear.
I stood here times, both thick and bleak,
Through myriad greens and curving creeks;
Of mountains high; they are mighty and meek,
Through oceans wide and forest creaks;
Of creatures nigh, with whiskers and beaks,
I stood here times, and hence I speak.
So, heave thy heart and hoist thy head,
I weaved a trail I’d like you to tread!
Just draw thy gaze and cast thy fear,
I am Nature; take my hand and I’ll hold you dear!