Ode To Power

See your flowers bloom, And those of sweet children cut, Small hands and fingers grasp, The highest of the heavens last. Pools of darkness, For light has been let go, Too much to ponder in their wondrous light, It best be in darkness we bestow. Upon your righteous views, I held your head up high, For what can I bid myself to do? Up entwined in clouds above the sky. You see not my powers capability, But see me for all you think I am, Omnipotent is true as day, But benevolent be damned.