~4.5 Billion Years: a poem

I make the grass grow
I make the wind blow
I paint the sky with colored rainbows
I mark the ground with people’s shadows

I bring you the dawn
And leave you the night
You wanted to see
So I gave you some light

I help you grow food
I help out your mood
I make your skin feel nice and warm
I was there when you took form

I’ve watched you
From the very first cellular shapes
To a planet ruled by talking apes

Now please, pretty please, don’t ever look at me!