Clanking, whirring, gears turning,

Running down a murky slope,

We, the Emperors of Earth,

Seek Purpose.


Goaded by the ultimate quest,

The hunt for meaning,

We are enslaved by the glint of gold,

The desire to dominate,

The urge to understand.


But Nature,

With her all-knowing Mother’s smile

And her soft, silvery song, says

Let the children play.



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