I gave away the sky
along with all the stars planets moons
and as well the clouds and winds and weather
the formations of planes, the migration of birds…
“No way!” screamed the trees,
“Birds are ours when not in transit; you cant give it!”
So I gave away the tress
and the ground they inhabit
and all such things as grow and crawl upon it
“Hold on there!” tidaled the seas,
“Shores are ours, trees for ships for ship yards,
ours! you can’t give it!”
So I gave away the seas
and all things that swim them sail them…
“No way!” thundered the gods.
“All you gave is ours! We made it all, even the likes of you!”
And so I gave the gods away
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