All for naught
Flowers gives their beauty
Not for adoration as a duty
The sun shines not for praise
Not to heat the planets or space
And the great earth sustains life
For no reason, not even for itself
It rains to quench like grace
It also storms and quakes like craze
There is never good or evil to beget
It is human to judge, but divine to forget
So nothing to claim, nothing to blame
Nothing to gain, and nothing to pain