Early morning – the usual coffee
is enjoyed with the sight of this concrete
jungle. Man’s power on display as we
overturn landscapes – a near godly feat.
Yet now, with curtains drawn, there is nothing
to meet the eye but smog. Enrobed in mist,
human ingenuity vanishing
from the mind, doubting if it did exist.
Nature, never one to speak directly,
conceals our source of pride so she might ask
in whose glory such awesome structures bask?
Questions soft, hoping to move correctly.
This message heard in wind just blowing through,
takes ‘way the veil, restoring common view.
Hoping for Clarity 