Futile Attempts
Even the Great pyramids,
magnificent structures of wonder
are overshadowed by
the majesty of mountains;
crowned in golden sun.
Halos glisten white.
Spoiled tower of babble.
The long and winding road;
travelers delight to follow;
a pitiful mimic of
the mighty river,
cutting, free, it's own path
with unbridled sinew;
recycled and recharged in the sea.
Enormous jets of sonic speed,
performing stunning sky art.
It's technology dwarfed by
simplicity of aerial agility.
The hovering hummingbird
darts away as the
spiraling bumble bee lands.
Destruction of nuclear bombs;
pluming mushroom clouds,
snuffed out by
gigantic hurling asteroid.
Earth knocked off it's axis
with a single blow.
Lights out.
Robots in the image of man
performs tasks, uses logic.
Only a cold reflection of humanity.
No joy, love or sorrow.
No tears or laughter.
Our most futile attempt at playing God....
No soul.
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