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Tiny Are We... (-Nynaeve) wk-2 (2)

Tiny Are We...

Do you see the mountains, rising high,

At times disappear into the clouds?

Some formed when the oceans churned the land,

And some that are old as time itself.

Peaks covered in snow with all year round,

Frozen lakes sparkle and cold winds blow .

Awe inspiring, they are a challenge,

The mountains teach us, how small we are.

The trees are lofty and majestic,

Their green canopies sway in the breeze,

Branches do break in violent storms,

Yet the roots hold firmly to the earth.

Lightening bolts might set them on fire,

Yet from ashes, rise shoots in spring rains.

Gnarled trunks, twisted branches, aerial roots,

How frail are we compared to the woods.

The lands stretch farther than you can see,

And how it changes from place to place;

Lush and green, a fertile paradise,

And wastelands; bleak, barren or wild.

Within burns a core of molten rock,

Yet mined desolate and farmed arid,

Rarely does it erupt in anger,

So weak are we to its endurance.

The vast blue oceans, stunning and fierce,

Millions of lives in inky recess.

Roaring waves, choppy seas, calm waters,

Belie the profoundness of its state.

Micro algae and mighty whales,

Live in peace in eternal cycle.

Even the dark sandy bottom hosts,

A horde of undiscovered treasure.

We catch its creatures in mindless greed

And plastic which we liter in turn,

The waves crash in timeless song

Shallow are we to its endless depths.

Behold the landscape all around you,

And the bounty nature bestowed on us,

Break the illusion we are mighty,

Tiny are we in the Universe.