What am I to Thee
Raindrops pitter-patter I hear
Leaves flutter in breezes so near
Wild storms whirl and burl
What am I to thee?
Sunsets in glorious hues
Rippling brooks in crystal seem
Fountains hot beneath the sea
What am I to thee?
Shooting stars beyond I see
Shifting sands and giant trees
Exploding mountains violent seas
What am I to thee?
Desert sand that endless seem
Arctic wastes in northern climes
Tropical jungles warm and wet
What am I to thee?
Seething billions all nearby
Endless commerce passing by
Sound and sights abundant be
What am I to thee?
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