Gardians

Oh Sun, that rises in the East,
Oh Earth, that holds the world its own,
Forget us not bit in the least
And make our feathers shown.

For we do guide the ones below
To love, despair and happiness,
And judge the true to their own glow
To hate, to hope and loneliness.

And we have not, but what our Maker gave
And we work more t'wards His eternal praise,
So Sun and Earth, thou mighty masters
Forgive them, bless them with your laughters.

For they are dust in thy own neighbourhoods
And you are light and truth eternal
And like your tempests, winds and moods
Their souls sing bright a song of breath
Ethereal.