The seed, in this grandure,
the mortal sprung from instincts.
Life here, is to create..
we, never knowing why.
To me, it is all an experiment.
If this doesn't work,
it leads to extinction,
if that product works,
then we are designed to prosper.
But amid the science
and the seeking of perfection,
comes a brilliant mind
with a cost of destruction.
And with the wind,
the seed was spread
until the earth was devoured.
The leaves fall dead
as they always did,
the heat lowers it's temperature,
trying to perfect
the oxygen needed for us to strive.
As nature prays for a remarkable mind.
Our grandure risen to millions, unkempt.
We've killed more souls then nature has created.
The earth and man
in a constant war
with earthquakes, torados, pollution, and the poor.
The earth tries to rid,
as we rid the earth of riches.
An experiment gone wrong,
seeds still wildly spreading.
We need not knowledge to create, to prosper
We were given the seed
and intelligence a bonus.
But with our primal instincts,
the more meat to survive,
we misuse our gift
and the earth slowly dies.
The earth tries to rid,
as we rid the earth of riches.
An experiment gone wrong,
seeds still wildly spreading.
We need not knowledge to create, to prosper
We were given the seed
and intelligence a bonus.
But with our primal instincts,
the more meat to survive,
we misuse our gift
and the earth slowly dies.
i think i read this poem more then 4 time and each time I enjoyed it a lot and more then the previous time..means its totally based on an amazing fact and the best is its interesting way of expression, the idea and the way .,...the poetic way... lovey peom/..really Katherine.. you did a great job.. how the earth, the life, the stars, the humankinds come into being... i found every thing here in your poem but both in direct and indirect ways... lovely poem...appreciate you very much