Man
A misty topped mountain looking over the land
Rivers at its feet and forests in its hands
Humbled was I when near it I did stand
Arrogant is man if those trees he would chop
Damned is man if those rivers he would stop
Man can’t create ‘cause God he is not
When done, leaving behind only scars
He seeks the next mountain no matter how far
Then looks to the sky lusting for the stars

