Helpless
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?
A very interesting reflection. My reflection would be......who is 'he'?
ReplyDeletewe live in a world that sometimes seems that materialism is more important than spirituality (that's my take on your poem) :P
ReplyDeletewell written verse!