The Inventor

Poem about how nature needs to not be spoiled by mankind's inventions

We are stardust
But, together we roam
In the swimming seas
The children's planks
The open prairies
A child's paradise
Together we break the void
In a spectacle of color
And at once we know
The inventor's secrets

Purchasing items is a great affront to its kingdom
We are to enjoy creation for what it has for us
Buying them with ego
Turns the cost high
So that all riches become spoiled
And the fruit laden with disease
Our own pride renders the moon
A faceless deity
With no smile


The birds that passed the woodlands
Are songs mankind does not hear