They built the stones that we stand on, <br />They blessed and graced the work long gone. <br />They dropped the first seed into the earth, <br />To a mighty tree from it’s first birth. <br /> <br />They brushed the sea with speckled wave, <br />From white wing dove to stone age cave. <br />They wiped the stars to shine the sun, <br />For mountain giants and water run. <br /> <br />They touched the world with fulfilling fair, <br />And painted it all with endless care.<br /><br />Pensive Phoenix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-hands/
