THE SEA IS MY MOTHER, MY FATHER THE SKY . . .
Both are eternal, vast, each in their way.
I rise slowly yet inexorably from Mother's protective embrace.
I reach towards Father, life giver, mentor.
He draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
Under the aegis of Sky, I harness my chariot to Sister Wind and travel Earth's four corners, showering my bounty upon her children.
They laud me; they thank me.
However, I look upward towards Father, downward towards Mother.
It is their approbation I seek. It is they who have given life and continued existence.
Praise must be directed accordingly.