DIFFERENT SIGHTS

I, I, the mighty Eye,
look at the little tiny fly,
never watched it ever cry.
Ah, see how it doesn't care
in the glance it comes to dare,
then says: "we have nothing but the air to share."

So observe well it's small world and your big one,
or compare this earth to the sun,
and laugh at what the artist has done,
and find some happiness in the fun,
to know how this universe is run,
under the everlasting gaze
of the mighty eye.