The soil is trembling; mountains throw up high a rain of 
fire
Old gorges crumble down and swallow entire rivers,
A huge glacier collapses, water floods the unbothered 
valleys
The wheel of change is led by no hand dire
Impassively the high cliff waits to be removed of its 
regal cape
When mountains rise then time decides that others must 
also lose their crown
The desert waits to be reborn when rains again feed its 
forgotten sands
The proudest sea gets dry and dies, its bottom becomes a 
green prairie land
As nature proceeds we behold without speech, frozen by 
sight
And try to make sense of it all
Becoming aware that we live... under its command,
We name it our goddess with fear