Wise Stone
Perhaps I may be insignificant and small
But I have seen what you cannot imagine
I have been one with the mountain;
Once, I stood proud and tall
Now, I am humbled; merely a pebble by the stream

Where there once was a forest, lush and green
With spots of golden fields, covered in buttercups
Clear lakes of water, where animals drank
Now resides a city, devoid of wildlife
And while I admire the capabilities of humans
I scorn at their ignorance and selfishness

I observe the progress these creatures make
And I know; however far they might get
In the end, they will destroy themselves
For even with the luxuries of god
They cannot make peace with themselves