The creator of the universe visits earth one last time

And now spring has sprung too hot 
What amazing wonders I have seen
What beautiful justice have I not?
On this dot, blue and green
What wonders 
With these weary hands 
I have made to be

My sun, beautiful sun, rising gently
In the east
One of billions, but still brilliant
On this billboard I sit and look out
Over the city
Just waking up, out and about

And I eat my last bagel

All over lands I travel
For one last parting 
Goodbye
Things have taken shape
In extraordinary ways
I will need good scissors to 
Cut these ties and earthly tethers
For we have grown together

Now faith is restored in you,
Completed is my quest
No more I say, No more
My weary hands will finally rest