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.
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