I'm always around, but never in reach, Too empty to hold, too vast to teach. The planets all wander inside of my face, Yet no one can touch me, no matter the chase.

I rise from the ground and reach for the stars, reflecting their colors from near and afar. I grow seeds at my center for roasting and treat, just do not drop the shells at my feet.

Some people say I make them feel free, Toploader can be found dancing in me, Ludwig wrote me a sonata so classy, My shadow inspired Mike Oldfield and Maggie.

Romans trusted me with mighty weight, while cats display me in an agitated state.

I do not tower, scrape, or loom, yet upward still I make you move. With grass or stone upon my face, I gently lift the land in place.