
Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

Though invincible
even nature stays grounded;
mere mortals, we can’t.

Mind of a human,
bit rusty on the outside—
like nature herself.

Observing the world,
looking down on the earthlings—
ancient trees, godlike.

Silently pensive,
observing world’s rise and fall—
like god, the statue.

Enlightened west world,
as the sunlight in the north,
bright, only partial.