Tools of the gardener seeding the small blue ball.
Each morning is the day of our birth
and a future field lies out before us.
It curves over the horizon
beyond our imagination.
It is full of possibilities
and is ours to tend.
If we think this field fallow,
it will be,
and we need do nothing further.
If we think it fertile,
it will become a garden
and blossom beyond all we know.