The seed of humanity, planted in fertile soil
The souls of our species, washed in labors
Sweat and toil, we have worked the earth
We are not a curse, our path fueled with oil
Alone in our solar system, without neighbors
Imperfect isolation, we seek to know our worth
In the mist of the dawning awakening
We rise to the peak, and wonder there
What we are to do, without purpose
