Know thy mind
and know thy soul;
The Toa does nature grow.

Here and there
Man lays low;
Sometimes never knowing reason’s sow.

Eternal laws
and cities’ fall;
There’s nothing new within it all.

Seasons come
and seasons’ sum;
The majesty should make one dumb.

Flowing sand
The rolling land;
Happy is the landed man.

Mercies strong,
Centuries long;
Go, the cities sordid throng.

Man is high, the starry sky;
Only minds can really fly.

Man’s a fool
to nature’s rule;
The universe is perfect dual.

Mans works are cunning,
the ability quite stunnin
Still natures’-a-runnin.