On the Cliff

O sky, grass, earth!
How calm it is to lie
Stretched here, unloved, unhated,
By your complete indifference reproved.

But earth, grass, sky,
Were we not once by birth
Closely related?

Unquiet creature, No!
Cousins perhaps, yet very long ago
And many, many, many times removed.
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