Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining, Living, dying, Growing, trying... To take the dry thus untamed lands! Pioneers to an Ungreen world! Cold winds! Dry air! Millenniums of toil! Sinking roots into the hard rocks. Splitting stones to SOIL!
We come; hunting, warring, snarling; Clothes and clubs and coins and spears; First sense of God and Love Beyond. First agonizing Cosmic FEARS! Words upon the printed page' Pots and bricks and wheels and FIRE!! But like the Plants the inward longing! Deep inside the same desire!
Starships surging, sailing, soaring! Silver bits of flotsam flung; Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts! His work has just begun! Seeds blown by the Winds of Man! To multitudes of suns, such toil! To sink our roots in alien sands! To change a zillion worlds to Soil!