I stand in the desert, ancient and grand, Built by human hands, yet I seem so planned. With a square base and sides that rise to a point, I’ve watched centuries pass at history’s joint.

Cars, taxi cabs, skyscrapers and lights all night. Many stars come from me, I see how well they shine bright.

I shape deserts and forests, using storms and calm seas alike. People try to predict me, but I can change in an instant. And even though I am not alive, I decide what you wear, where you live and travel, and even how you live.

A crystal palace to hold the sun's rays, Nurturing life in a protective embrace. Whatever the season, I grow in private, But too much of my gases might change your climate.

I have an eye but cannot see. I destroy but I have no hands. I move but I have no feet. Before I arrive, you feel calm.