Time upon time, Age upon age, The eons pass. The Earth goes round and round Its flaming Star And comes to the place Where it was before. The Mountains are smoothed
Into Valleys, The Oceans into plains. Kingdoms rise, and reign, And fall, To legends, Soon forgotten.
And through these ages One sits high above the Earth Watching The cry of all Sparrows is known to Him And the cries of the restless wild Gulls And the snorting of restless Ponies
And every splash of Amebas. Nothing is lost to His eyes, No sound to His ears, And not one scent to His nostrils. The centuries pass as moments for Him. The zillions pass as days. Eons pass without His blinking He does not notice the difference between them.