However high skyscrapers rise,
Whatever be the hues of lights,
However well new bridges look,
All things must someday go!
All earthlings born must someday die;
Man’s mind just yearns for moments new;
The modern trends will unearth old;
Landscapes will surely change with times!
Yet, none can say, ‘this is the end! ’
Man loves to procreate new things;
His curiosity is great;
Man pulls off feats, if God allows!
Most things are vanity and pomp;
Most things by man seem futile too;
But God allows him freedom, so,
Let human brains and hearts do more!
Good things and evil coexist;
Changes will come though good or bad;
But Nature trims the saplings new,
So that trees grow with fruits better.
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