Progress

We are animals of progress. While cats doze and dogs play, We take pen to paper, tools In our Time-sculpted hands To create buildings that scrape The heavens and ships that Cut the chopped ocean. Where Nature and Sense say no, We defy, we derive pillars Of magnificent order from The blinding Chaos. Once, the ability to fly Lingered in the depths of Subconscious, the destinations Only visited in dreams. Now those visions exist in The reflective wing of an Metal giant, gliding swiftly Through cloud and blue sky, The arcing horizon dropping away. While cats doze and dogs play, Our pens blaze a path of Innovation--buildings rise higher, Planes soar further, ships Race past the tides. We are animals of progress.