Friday, February 15, 2013

A Reflection



He climbed upon the outcropping

And he looked down upon the city.

The view was extremely breathtaking.

And he began reflecting on human activity.

To them he was nothing more than an ant.

They didn’t even know he was there.

They went about their daily chants.

He sensed their mindless stares.

Somehow his heart began to ache.

He wanted so to give a hand.

But what did he have for them to take.

How could his love reach out for this land?


  1. A very interesting reflection. My reflection would be......who is 'he'?

  2. we live in a world that sometimes seems that materialism is more important than spirituality (that's my take on your poem) :P
    well written verse!