Among the pillars, tall and grand,
All crowned with finest gems,
Amid residents great and small,
All clothed in finest hems,
Atop a floor more beautiful
Than any built by hands,
Around wisdom such as this,
Too great to understand
Among the splendor of these trees,
These creatures, all this life,
How do humans dare praise themselves,
Still walking in their strife?
How is it we have fooled ourselves,
To think our workings great,
When all around us we can see
What man can’t recreate?
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