There was a day the Earth was dry
Naught but a rock of fire
A thing so set in what it was
The God’s themselves could not conspire
To change the landscape overnight
Of a world so harsh and hostile
It seemed a fruitless stymieing plight
How could it be worth while
But when the ash and soot had set
The clouds though wispy thin
With courage high and patience great
Began to settle in
For though the trek would be so long
Nearly impossible they knew
Drip by drip and drop by drop
They turned this brown rock blue
