Less deeper. Just the same. But self explanatory.
Erosion
I look at the ground, all weathered and decayed,
The rocks forming in different shapes, boulders into pebbles,
And I wonder how it's possible that we are so similar,
To the rock, the pebble, the future volcano.
Has mankind not evolved?
Disappeared into the ways of technology,
Vanishing forms of tradition and enlightenment?
Have we lost the ways of our ancestors,
And the great wisdom that they had?
Yes, the world is changing and so are we,
But how is a weathered mountain deformed, different to the life we know now?
So we as humans, may not be much different than the rock sitting next to us,
Eroded.
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If Only You Knew
PoetryThere's more to the world then life... There's more to believe in the true... There's more to you than you know... If only you knew.