echoes

this voice within that becomes an omniscient vision;
no different than yours also part of my mission.
from the corners of a round earth,  in mid heaven, the seven seas...
every blade of grass, the dirt, the air breathed through the leaves...
many of us have these professed sentient guardians in our midst, 
but foolish are those to think it is a love triangle or personal tryst.
if I do, mine are not from princes charming or romancing;
for thine stings with sharp tongue, and dreams are stopped from advancing.
they still my heart, yank me close to hear clear, so I make no mistake -
know that I am small but what they demand is great.
they command with eternal thunder, echoes so loud;
do this work humbly, dear child, we keep watch, dare not be proud.
but unlike for you, sweet child, it does no matter what I need,
they simply turn the other cheek each time I die to lead.