When Beauty Becomes All human life thereby elevated Man has the scientific know how To erase his Gods Or her Goddesses. Human energy turned to peaceful pursuits Saving the planet Wiping out disease Sharing the World’s resources In a democratic, capitalistic way. Ah this is too rich, Too meaningful, Leaving future generations Without challenges, Everything beautifully settled. Luckily Man has the urge to destroy In order to start over again So there will be a need for creativity once more. We are, after all products of Nature. Where would Nature be Without floods, tornadoes And plagues of locust? Inevitably followed by a display of spring, autumn
and breath taking sunsets?
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