tit for tat

To stop and ponder, I am working this land,

as for millennia man has worked land 

Till the land worked him. 

Same prerogative from the tree to the bee 

to the flowers in pots

selfish genes prolonging inevitable - 

for life finds a way,

But not always.

For God will remember man's hubris,

how we thought ourself more than animal.

We, who thought nails made a house 

more than a twig nest.

We, who saw a symphony 

more than shaking branches and scraping bark.

We, who said wartanks were 

more than mere snail shells.

We are here where since the beginning of thought,

People loved and fought and lived

so will we till the end of thought, 

and decay into the fold

of the dirt we thought we were better than 

and tried to control.