A poem I wrote for all of our advancements on the earth. After all our hard work, will our "complicated" machines ever have either the complexity or beauty of nature?
Keep building,
But will your makings ever be
As beautiful as buds blooming
Fresh and pink on green trees?
Keep moving,
But will you ever reach when your
Houses sprout up from the ground?
Beauty where your hands aren't found.
Keep bragging,
Behold your sweat-and-tear-built structures,
Advanced in every theoretic best,
Built on never-worked-for earth.
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