This beauty, this air, these cycling seasons,
this round wondrous rock on which we stand,
these trees, every blade of grass, every drop of rain,
this glorious sunshine, this wild, tumultuous variety
of dancing colors and sizes and forms, all of this was given,
without charge. Not to an elite, however defined.
Not conditioned by anyone’s notion of worthiness.
But freely, to us all, as messengers of joy.