The Passing of Man
Distant clouds seem settled upon city towers bringing odd blend to nature and man. Odd in the thought for though of nature, man separates himself in his every action. Concrete and steel raised to intrude and make forceful their existence, yet nature with ages wisdom smiles with knowing smile the age of man shall pass and all his doings with him.
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