I who have cast my eye on the world
I see what I am
See what I take for granted and given
I lies and traps dispel
I who have cast my eye on the self
I see the earth
I own what I take for granted and given
I lay bare the distant spell
Through this wanderer's eye
I see the way
The song of the summit
Calls through autumn's haze
I who have journeyed for days on foot
I learn what I am
Learn what becomes of all my trappings
As I wake on misted ground.
I the ascender of thousands of feet
I survey the land
And so I bind my sapling learnings
To the great canvas sprawling below