What can a man produce
That will contain a rampant tide?
Little does an ocean ponder
How many rip tides it may spawn.
Does the moon care a wit
If its acts produce violent waves?
Shear and purely nonsense
To think there is a mind above us.
We can build the tallest of the tall
And it will stand out in grandeur.
Look what man has built, you gloat,
As it came crashing down beside you.
Love ya!
Jane