The Beginning

From once we came a mighty thing;

So small to start,

From so greater a heart.

At first we earn,

And yearn;

Then we learn;

There's more than this.

At first we catch a bit,

Then we think that's it.

Yet we can't take,

Let's not make that mistake;

We have to give to live!

For this isn't ours to plunder forever;

For it is the thunder,

The weather,

And the sea put together.

So now we feel,

A little of the little;

Because it does not ask,

It gives,

And when we are gone,

It will still be here ever on;

Until the next lot come along,

And take this song further on.