The mountains of day in shades of gray
Rock steady as the symphony of life plays
And as the sun sets mountains turn purple
Say goodnight until the morning when
The sun rises and glints golden off
The Glorious pinnacles of Creator's treasure
While I stare in awe with peaceful pleasure

To ponder the inability of  why humanity
Can't be satisfied with it, for all is vanity
Mind fixed on self and worldly matters
We rush about like a bunch of mad-hatters
What waste, what unforgiveable foolishness
Getting entangled in things that cause duress

The most gifted people self professed saints
Involved with attacking others, no restraints
Dare we speak of holiness in the same breath
With which we demean others causing death
To relationships that should be held in esteem
If we weren't fixated on our own selfish scheme

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