The Mortal and the Wise One

Mortal: Why does one care about my well being. I am but one mortal in deaths keep. I am but one mortal in poverties garden. So why does one care about my opinion. I am but the strings on a puppet, Not even worth mentioning. So why does one care about the tears I shed, Upon this baron world. I am but a speck of sand, In its desert. So why, o, why wise one. Wise one: “Because you are a mere mortal, That I care. And it only takes one pure speech, and devotion, to Change this hellish land into a thing of beauty.” * “it takes a Civilization, to destroy the world And it takes a Civilization to nurture it. But it takes one mortal to inspire that nurturing care and spread it like wild fire upon the land" * i made that up