Overlooking the Scene
The tree prospers without the aid of foriegn hands
Growing patiently higher on its allotted land
Much like the Nordic Wolfe which we've never scene
That's perched upon a rock overlooking the scene
Surveying all he sees as sight and sound
Will we ever find the peace they have found
The trees grown tired and withers away
Its height declining and its limbs in decay
And the wolfe's white coat is grey and old
While his prideful soul melts like the snow
There must be something that we can do
But isn't this peace in natures view
The man stares glaring down at this scene
Wondering and wandering, hoping it's all a dream
He's created all that he can not employ
Including the knowledge to destroy
The very beings which never cease
To wonder how to obtain their peace