Hour 1

Nothing Human
I might spend an entire lifetime by an absurd assertion
All of man-made is a mere reflection
Of what nature had already inspired
So our ideas were merely hired
Yet I contradict myself often and am forced to alter
When speaking of the world underwater
Nothing human could create a similar blue
Dark yet light, serenely threatening: an impossible hue
Nothing human could penetrate in such silence
Overpowering, mystifying: beyond guidance
Nothing human glides with such grace
Elegantly huge, preciously tiny: a compelling chase
Nothing human could grow so humbly in green
Audaciously spread, most never even seen
Nothing human could ever be an ocean
Not physically bound but bound of the notion
That a human heart had never been so vast
Forgive me, if I have been wrong, but we are nature’s dreaded caste.

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