Nest Upon the Sky

It was I, that built the nest upon the sky;

Bid the bird to fall, before it began to fly;

Cupped the sea in land, before it began to run;

Cast out the moon, to reel in the sun.

It was I, that sharpened man’s stick into a spear,

Gave some power, then gave some fear.

Set them off on their own free will;

The ability to give life, the power to kill.

It was I, that gave the beast speed,

Acute sense, and gnashing teeth.

To hunt to kill, to kill to eat.

To stalk its prey, to sit at man’s feet.

At the base of the land;

At the base of the sea;

At the base of the man;

At the base of the beast;

At the base of the tree,

Lay the waste of the bird.

Returned to the land;

Embraced by the sea;

Consumed by the man;

Fed to the beast;

As nature demands,

All returns to me.

It was I, that built the nest upon the sky,

Bid the bird to fall, before it began to fly;

Cast from its nest, before it could even try.

Too young to have lived, still old enough to die.