Audacity And Uncertainty Poem by Sumner Smiles

The oceans will be our fingers
Trembling... writhing... agitated...
The mountains will be our tongues
Dangerous... wise... consistent
The forests will be our eyes
Mysterious... reclusive... intuitive
The animals will be our hearts
Efficient... perceptive... faithful
The people will be our minds
Progressive... inventive... chaotic

Houses... buildings... cities... civilizations...
Will grow from the palm of our hands
And we will quickly crush them all
Asking, what have we done?
What world is this we've created?
And we may love it oh so dearly...
But still wonder why we ever made it this way