I stand on a hill,
Watching my crops grow.
The stalks sprout with the wisdom of a tree.
My creatures resemble my life,
Presenting the elegance of eagles,
The lord of life,
Giving me stability with every step.
Falling with grace,
Landing like a dancer after completing their performance.
The teacher of tolerance,
Enabling me to touch new species.
He took my petals.
Now I shrivel.