The mighty giant of the air,
More ancient than the sun
Whose power is vibrant everywhere
That restless force may run
Shakes the foundation of the hill,
Or rends the ground in twain,
Or blasts the forest at his will
And levels all again.
And yet he stoops to hold the light
That aged eyes may see.
He warms the baby’s feet at night,
And cooks for company.
He does a thousand little things
To help the world along.
He who the most of service brings
Is strongest of the strong.