The_Eye

hard The eye of watches us, as nights go by, it gives the people everything they need.

First comes she to bless the springs and ponds, Then comes she to push the tides of sea. The eldest carries those departed far beyond, The youngest makes our visions come to be. Now comes she to create a fertile earth, Another to send a gust of wind or gentle breeze. Then comes storms and drizzle she brings forth, And she who joins the flocks of birds and trees.

Author: Harold Gao