I have seen the sun rise. Though, truth be told, I felt, more than having seen, the warmth of life.
I have seen the vast sky. It was shapeless and colorless, until I formed them into clouds that went up high.
I have seen the leaves that grew and withered. Over and over again.
I have seen the mountains that stand the test of time. The quiet strength that greeted the mornings and were made full by nature.